This morning I leapt out of the gate - well, the light at 197 and Contee - only two have three impatient minivan drivers rush up to my rear bumper and pass me at twice my speed. I'm so sorry I have a little tiny car. I'm sorry that when it's cold, my transmission plays its own version of "light as a feather, stiff as a board". Are you really that late to work at 5:30 in the morning that I'm holding you up so badly by going 0 to 60 in 300 seconds? People are so impatient.