Give me uh…

This morning I decided to take I-275 to work, which really meant that I decided to give myself an automobile enema. As I was coming over the Howard Frankland Bridge, the person in front of me, in the left lane—mind you, was traveling at a fairly good rate of speed, which would have been fine, except he (yes, it was a “he”) would tap his brakes for no discernable reason every thirty seconds or so. This reminded me of a saying that I think my Uncle Peter mentioned once (though perhaps it was his son, Mike): “If you know how to drive, you should never have to use your brakes on the Interstate.”