Signs of why I'm no longer a California Transplant
I sat down just the other day and started to realize how much less I feel like a California transplant than even just a few years back. To be completely honest, however, I didn't start to think about it again until Lisa and I were traveling down to Six Flags over Georgia this past weekend. She asked me how it is that I "survived southern California traffic" with my normal vehicle pace? I really didn't give her much of an answer. 95% of the time I travel the speed limit on the interstate, which is 70 MPH. I don't know about you, but I personally believe that 70 MPH is fast enough. Sometimes I want to drive faster, but my better judgment usually gets the best of me. (And this is the person who currently has one ticket on his record and an accident all within the last year or so.) I know that at some point in time, in my youth, I had a bit of a lead foot. That was usually depended upon the car that I was driving (specifically the 1994 Camaro I owned for a very b