Let’s be clear about something: speed doesn’t kill, but disparity in speed does. Thus, when you’re demonstrating your manhood behind the wheel of a 604 horsepower Porsche Carrera GT, there are better places to do it than the freeways outside of Houston, TX. A buck-thirty in traffic doesn’t prove that you’re a competent driver and it doesn’t prove that you’ve got huevos mas grande. It does, however, prove that you’re likely living on borrowed time, and that (sadly), you’ll probably take someone else out when you finally do stack your Porsche into a bridge abutment, courtesy of a cell-phone addled driver in a clapped-out Toyota Camry.
I like driving fast as much as anyone (hell, more than most), but I’d also be the first to say there’s a time and place for everything. The middle of the day, in moderate traffic, isn’t the place to stretch the legs of a Porsche Carrera GT.