"Zoom, zoom, zoom," the song on the car commercial goes. The kid on a bike eventually graduates to an adult in a car.
Where I live, traffic is getting thicker and thicker all the time. Forget about the driver with a broad smile zipping across open countryside. Picture gridlock, zooming nowhere, everyday.
The commercial should show me on my bike, "Zoom, zoom, zoom,"
flying past cars stuck in traffic jams, with a big smile on my face.
I almost never have to stop for anything.