Driving Forces

My husband can be a bit...driven.  He has things to do, and he wants to get them done, y'know?  And this can be reflected in his driving. 

The other day we were in the car together and I noticed that his pace was rather...sedate.  I gave him a questioning look which, after twenty-five years of marriage, did not need translation.

He grinned.  "Y'know," he said, "it's so much easier to drive the speed limit when you're being tailgated by a BMW.  I suddenly feel so...so...law abiding!" 

I love this guy. 

(I am also unusually law-abiding in the presence of tail-gaters.  Pretty sure this makes me a good person.)