I Would Have Passed Him, But We Were Already Running Three-Wide In The Corner

On the commute home last night, I got stuck behind a car sporting about twenty of those NASCAR number decals - you know, 2, 3, 6, 20, 42, 69, square root of -1 (that was the DARPA-sponsored Hummer, fresh off its Grand Challenge victory).

He was driving ten miles an hour under the speed limit. Oh, the irony.