The speed limit on the surface streets along my morning commute route is 40 miles per hour. Forty. Four. Zero.

I will be traveling at a speed between 40 and 45. I have allowed for plenty of time, taking into consideration the variables of stop lights and trains, for my commute, so I don’t have to rush while I am driving.

By the way, I will also be in the lane I need in order to make my next turn. I used my turn signal to get here, and you will know when I plan to turn next by virtue of the same set of turn signals.

You do not impress me by swerving around me at a high rate of speed, cutting back in front of me, flipping me off, and then slamming on your brakes to make the turn from the wrong lane. You make me wish I had the power of the law behind me to pull you over and arrest you for aggressive driving. And reckless operation. And failure to control your speed. And failure to signal lane change. And failure to obey posted traffic laws. And general stupidity. Wait – that last one’s not against the law.

Yet.