Drivers tailgate each other like a redneck family pursuing a groom for a shotgun wedding. Then they look dumbfounded when someone stops suddenly and they can't react in time to maintain the four-millimeter space cushion. Then, these same people clam up when trying to turn into a remotely busy road. Apparently, they're waiting for Moses to wave his hands before they'll make that left. Part of the problem stems from the types of automobiles driven around here.
Most students spend more on their undergraduate books than they do on their cars.
If you can't take pride in your car, it seems rather difficult to take pride in your driving. I am fiercely protective of my car, and that translates to horror every time a little Japanese car that looks like someone farted in a bubble bath gets ready to merge into my right fender. James Bond had cufflinks that shot darts. You have a four-wheeled soda can with an airbag. If everyone had big, bad, powerful cars like those, people would love driving so much that they would want to improve their prowess behind the wheel in order to take full advantage of such fine automobiles.