Driving on the Beltline this a.m., cars passing quickly to my left,
I’m determined to keep it at the speed limit instead of five over.
Well before my exit I start slowing down gradually, sure that the
Lexus behind me will have a fit. No, Lexus is easing back too. On to
Western Blvd., slowing slightly to avoid tailgating an Escape climbing
gingerly over a hill. Super-patient Lexus remains behind me. Three
cars in a row at the speed limit as in a funeral
procession. The procession
is intact on to Avent Ferry then Centennial. Oh, so that’s why they’re
driving as slowly as me — we’re headed to the same
place.
(What is all this new talk of hypermileage? I learned early to use the
brake and accelerator judiciously in a race to get more MPG.)