My stomach had the sensation of getting caught smoking in the bathroom of a Philip Morris factory. I tried to think of all the other things that might soon be legal. This was troubling. I didn't want to weave around them constantly. I screamed at a minivan with Kansas plates as it disappeared behind me around the site of the Super Bowl travesty.
People are confused on America's highways.
There's no doubt about it. Illegal speeding had become ingrained in the nation's psyche, and something of the fun of agonizingly long journeys was missing with its absence. It was like legalized prostitution. I felt obligated to speed up. Ignorance of The Law is no excuse.