I had such a good driving day today. I didn’t expect it to be a good driving day because I only left work an hour after rush hour. (which I guess would technically be the end of rush hour) I was amazed when I made it all the way to 76 without getting hit by any lights. Usually its a process of waiting in line for the light to change while subjecting surrounding cars to the sound of my twelve inch Infinity Perfect subwoofer and Infinity Kappa components. If I decide to avoid 76 and drive home through the heart of Norristown (the armpit of PA) I always feel a little odd being the token white boy in the expensive car sitting at a light in the pseudo ghetto listening to 50 cent. But I digress … I made it all the way to 76 and I wasn’t about to let my good driving day go to waste. Very rarely do I drive 80 mph in 4th gear, but today was an exception. Gas mileage and engine wear be damned, I needed the torque on a moment’s notice. Which brings me to my next point … do you ever wish that you could have special privileges on the road? I’m convinced that these privileges should be bestowed upon me because I can handle the responsibility. For example, I’ve now gotten off 76 and am traveling north on 476. I’m flying along at 85 mph and come up to a line of traffic. Why three lanes of cars have to drive in tandem I don’t know. (or is that tri-dandem?) In an ideal world my special privileges would come in handy here. I’m driving along pretty much married to the Audi’s bumper in front of me and the whole time I’m wishing that I could use the shoulder. Left or right, I’m open to either. I have this spilt second decision making process where unfortunately superego defeated id in the battle to utilize the shoulder. We all know it’s possible. I could just skirt by on the shoulder as I impishly laugh at the other fools stuck behind the 65 mph moving road block. Obviously I wasn’t that reckless, but I did do some amazing lane changes. Changing lanes at 90 mph on a four lane road is exhilarating because you know there’s that slim chance that the guy two lanes over is going to want to move into the same lane you’re aiming for. After some excellent bobbing and weaving, I’m ready to get off the Blue Route. Again, the good luck driving day kicks in as I barely even have to stop for the requisite stop sign on the exit ramp. The rest of my commute also went swimmingly as I changed lanes last minute to catch a yellow light and got a prime parking spot in my lot. Ahh the joys of my 3000GT. If I had all the money in the world I wouldn’t choose any other car (except for the twin turbo model)