Rarefied Transit

I enjoyed a rare event this morning. 

I was able to sail off the freeway and onto my exit at Liberty Lake at seventy miles per hour. This is a notable experience because it is often inundated by the inattentive dullards that orbit my commuting universe who start to slow down to 50 mph half a mile before they hit the exit.

This is especially infuriating (as I have chronicled here before) because the run up to the exit is a half mile straight shot and the exit itself is a half mile long straightaway as well.

And yet, I am often slowing down to 50 a quarter mile before leaving the 70 mph freeway.

So it's a pleasure when the exception occurs.