Look, I had a Pontiac Bonneville 389 4-barrel.
When they opened the new expressway
I opened up the Bonny and pegged the speedo
– probably 135 MPH – I stayed in the center lane.
The white lines on either side
Vibrated and smeared, like girlfriend lipstick.
I was the only car on the road.
 
That was a long time ago.
 
Now all four lanes are full of meek little cars
Clacking along like a line of marbles on a racetrack
Which is exactly appropriate, no one doubts that.

Emily Post said
Observe what others are doing,
And do the exact same thing.

That’s how.