I'm happy at 55 but I try to keep up with, or at least not impede, traffic. Invariably, I run up behind somebody going 45 in the middle lane of the freeway, though. People, either a) hang up or b) drive on the feeder if you're too chicken to drive at freeway speeds. You're a traffic hazard if you're driving 15 mph under the speed limit and everyone else is flying past you.


My mother has a fantasy wherein people who speed or drive like jackasses would be instantly teleported back to their point of origin, so the worse they drove, the longer it would take them to get anywhere, and nobody would be harmed (because they would be removed from the road once they started speeding, tailgating, darting in and out of traffic, etc.). I love that.