"As the car furiously hastens ahead of me, half a ton of metal and plastic and glass carrying but the driver, burning fuel, drawing odds for an accident head on with incoming traffic, carving a path of momentaneously devastating smoke and noise. Yet arriving at the red light I pedal past the halted, idling monstrosity, and when the green comes up, they are far behind enough to get trapped at the next cycle of the red light. Just but why?"

From: "Car driving: the unexamined life."
(Excerpt from a future book I'd like to write.)

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