After the guard gate, the two lane road opens up to a long, relatively straight stretch, down the middle of the valley in which the lab resides. The speed limit is 55, but it's the perfect road for 80. Without a second thought, I check the left lane, flip my headlights on, and pass cars ahead of me who aren't going at least 65. Sometimes two or three at a time. By mid-morning, no one is on the way out of the lab, so there is hardly any oncoming traffic.
So: speeding, cornering quickly, passing several cars at once. Bad driver? Or good driver?
Americans seem to have lost the art of driving. We've become lax; we chat on our cell phones or twiddle with the radio knob or drink and get behind the wheel, and we crash and injure or kill one another. What if we were all stunt drivers? What if we all had the necessary skill to drive 85mph down twisting country road, make a handbrake turn, or parallel park into a space the size of a schnauzer? No, we (and our insurance system) desire "good" drivers, people who drive like they handle raw chicken, people who won't corner at 50mph because they're afraid to do so. We don't want "good drivers," people who are capable and skilled and can maneuver a car like an extension of their body. Instead of countering the idiocy of today's drivers with a demand for skill, we merely demand idiocy-but-wearing-a-helmet.
Driving is a privilege, not a right. Driving is a skill, not a chore. People should be "good drivers," not "good" drivers.