Driving Under The Influence
Now that I’m in the States again I appreciate even more the luxury of American roads, a cup of French roast in hand. I take to the interstate whenever possible, especially now that flying means long lines and removing shoes at airport security. Few other countries are so geared for efficient motoring, I think. One can drive from the Atlantic to the Pacific without encountering a single traffic light. And apart from New York cabbies, American drivers are remarkably courteous....