Last week I drove down to South Carolina with my husband and mother. Since it was a 12-hour trip, we rented a car and drove in two-hour shifts. Like many drivers, my husband and mother both tend to be a bit lead-footed on long trips, commonly going 15-20 miles over the limit. As for myself, I go no more than 7 over the limit – even if that means spending an extra hour in the car – to avoid having to pay a $100+ speeding ticket. (Yes, I stay in the right lane to allow all of the speeders to pass me.) Both of my travel companions were rather annoyed about my relative slowness, mocking me good-naturedly and trying to convince me about how much more fun it is to speed. Do you have any idea how odd it is to be peer-pressured into doing something “bad” by your own mother? 😉