Drive Slow for America
Halfway from Los Angeles to Las Vegas, I was running out of gas. A couple of hours before, when I’d left home in my Ford Escape plug-in hybrid, the range predictor told me I had miles to spare in the tank. But, late for an appointment, I’d been driving fast in Interstate 15’s far-left lane, where the prevailing culture dictates that the 70-mph speed limit is merely a suggestion. As a consequence, I had less than 100 miles of fuel left and 130 miles to go.
I considered stopping to fill up. But every gas station Google Maps found on my route through the sparsely populated Mojave Desert required a 10-to-15-minute detour, which would put me even further behind time. Doing a quick calculation as the collective pace of the fast lane neared 90, I
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