America has been in love with automobiles ever since. I think that it represents freedom. Not to sound too cliché, the “freedom of the open road”. I have to admit, I love driving, especially when I’m upset or need to clear my head.
It opened in 1345, well over 650 years ago. It's an interesting thing when great historical items reach a certain age. Personally, I start to think of them as having a life of their own.
Everybody does dumb things when they drive, but the interesting thing is that it's not so bad since everybody is doing the same dumb thing. Here are a few of what I deduced: