It's repeatedly brought to my attention that drivers of nice cars can't drive.  I always find myself angrily speeding past a Mercedes going under the speed limit.  I keep getting stuck behind people in BMWs who don't use their turn signals.  And sexy sports cars like Porsches and Corvettes can't seem to keep up with my 4-cylinder Japanese import.  I wonder why this is.  I suppose it could have something to do with what Spiderman's grandfather said:  "With great power comes great responsibility."  Maybe these people are constantly thinking about the rising costs of car insurance, so they make sure their already pricey rates don't go any higher.  Though I doubt a Mercedes owner thinks too much about car insurance. 

Maybe the kinds of people who drive expensive cars are bad drivers because they're incredibly stupid.  Maybe the smell of money has burned out a large percentage of their brain cells, so they're left with a semi-functional brain and a nose that sticks slightly into the air.  These are the same kinds of people who don't know how to fill their own gas tank or replace their wiper blades.  They drive around in the ultimate comfort of their luxury cars, unaware of their physical setting and the surrounding cars, blissfully observing the colorful changing of autumn leaves while listening to the latest 3 Tenors CD.  These people spend their afternoons driving to and from Pier 1 and Panera, thinking about how they can fit their anti-war demonstration in with their wine-tasting event.  They're covered with the scent of smooth leather seats and the dirt of rich BMW-owner brake dust. 

I despise these vile human beings.  And they can't drive. #travel