Just call me Jeff Gordon!

I'm like a pro-driver now. I'm learning to be a really good defensive driver, too. But you kind of have to be. If you want to keep your car in one solid piece, that is.

I've driven all over San Diego. Covering so much ground probably has something to do with being lost twice, but still. I'm learning the area much better that way. Or at least I'm learning what not to do.

On the highways (or freeways or whatever they call them), I tried driving the speed limit. I tried going 65. But everyone passed me like I was behind my car pushing it rather than behind the wheel driving. The posted signs, I was convinced, were kind of a suggestion. Like, "You might want to drive somewhere around 65 miles per hour. But if not, that's fine too."

During those slow days of people flying by me, I never saw cops giving tickets. So I decided to drive like the San Diegans. Fast.

Then last weekend, I saw them--those ticket givers. So I've slowed down. In fact, I'm barely pushing the limit. I do NOT want a ticket.

I guess I'll just stay out of the fast lane and wave at everyone passing me.