I spend a lot of time driving. A lot. Gasoline is inexpensive here (it costs us $18 to fill the tank on our gas-guzzling Tahoe) and people here love driving, or rather sitting in traffic in expensive cars. The roads here terrified me when I first arrived seven years ago, and now the idea of six inches between me and the car in front of me (and beside me and behind me) seems like quite a luxury. Beep beep.