Autoweek; Published: 10/31/1994
Predisposed to nuke left-lane Anti-Destination Leaguers? Aggravated unto despair by 100-mph verge blasters? Patience. Understand that people drive at speeds that accord with the core of their being. It isn't their fault. They're made that way. It's genetics.
For example, those who habitually drive under the speed limit are:
...convinced that unless they're very, very careful, the world is going to collapse around them. The world is going to collapse around them anyway, but there's no point in helping, they think. They wear starched underwear. They eat nothing but bland foods. They are arm's-length with their relatives, particularly their children because they're afraid of being asked for money. They vote for candidates who promise to guard Social Security with their lives. They go out to dinner every six months like clockwork; when they go, their preference is for cafeterias. They like synthetics, baseball caps and blue hair.
Speed limit-exactly. These people are considerably different. They are self-righteous. They have opinions. They are United We Standees, first, last and always. They no longer read the daily newspaper because The Press has been taken over by cause-mongers and liberals. They do watch Hard Copy and tend to believe it absolutely. They do not shop in malls because those people are there. They drive Crown Victrolas and Capriciouses because that's what God intended. They are deeply depressed by society's disregard for the proprieties of life. Even though they can't do anything about crime on the streets, they can at least police the left lane which, without them, would be the refuge of speeders and Lord knows what other kind of felons.
10 to 20 miles over. The business of business-is-business. Brisk. These are the suits. They have a regard for the social fabric, which-thank God-has always been able to be stretched just that little bit. They lunch. They dine, often at the club. They vote Republican or conservative Democrat. They drive Roadmonsters and Supras. They know that without them, things plain wouldn't get done. Every six months or so their cars go into the body shop. It's just that occasionally they are thinking about something important and don't see the bus. But of course it wouldn't do to drive a car with a severe cosmetic imperfection. Not to the club. They shop at Talbots and Brooks. They are more than often right. They are never left.
85-95 mph: They are either what the ad people call a Younger Demographic or they are single women totally preoccupied with their nails. The first are in Preludes or Probes which tend to be new. The latter in 10-year-old Tercels. Two years ago their jeans were ripped, last year they were oversized. Now, finally, they fit. When they vote, they vote for the candidate du jour.
They go out to restaurants that are generally referred to as ``American Bistros.'' When they travel, they go to Las Vegas. They read Details and USA Today. They think handgun safety is an oxymoron.
Over 100: Everyone over at Car and Driver.