Last night, when I returned home after driving to Savoy for food, dropping my brother off at the Centennial/Central football game, and checking two bookstores before finding "The Age of Lincoln" for my American History Seminar class, I was pretty tired.

Driving down an old country road to my piano teacher's house, I was averaging at about 40 mph. OK, I hit 50 mph at times, but that’s still quite an improvement from chugging along a busy road at 15 mph.