Going into this long weekend, I wanted to post this deep, meaningful, and ultimately life-changing observation about life on the North Shore. Read on, and be transformed:

I was getting onto 128 from Endicott St. yesterday afternoon. If you know anything about this procedure, it usually involves squealing tires, horribly placed stop signs, and hurriedly writing out your Last Will and Testament on a Dunkin Donuts napkin, because you are SURE the end is nigh. Okay, so it's not quite that bad...Regardless, I was behind two cars; a small white Toyota that had stopped at the end of the onramp so as not to be pulverized by oncoming traffic, and a small gray Honda who's driver was obviously right with the Lord, as he could care less about his bodily health. I can say that with complete assurance, because Gray Honda man decided he wasn't waiting for White Toyota person, hitting the gas and use his massive four-cylinder engine to speed past poor, safety-conscious White Toyota person.

White Toyota person and I were able to get on shortly after Gray Honda Speed Racer blew past us. So I'm hurtling along down 128 and pass White Toyota person...and see Gray Honda Speedy McQuickfast up ahead on the right! He's in the slow lane! Okay, I figure he must be getting off at the next exit. Nope, they go right past it as I pass them. I check to see what Gray Honda I Want To Be Ricky Bobby guy looks like...and notice he's not alone. He's definitely got a Gray Honda Gal Pal sitting in the passenger seat. Checking the rear view mirror, I see Gal Pal gesturing strongly, and probably giving Gray Honda Speed Machine what-for for pretending 128 was actually the track at the Indy 500. (Granted, that's not that much of a stretch, except that the Indy 500 is a bit safer, but I digress).

And so, kids, the moral of this story is to not be Gray Honda Pedal to the Metal man, because all it gets you is the wrath of those in the passenger seat, a trip to the slow lane where you're passed by those you tried to dust in the first place, and the scorn of us online scribes who like to point out such stuff. See? Didn't that just change your life forever? Aren't you inspired to go be a better person now?

Wait...it didn't? Oh...um...sorry about that. I guess, uh, have a great and safe holiday weekend, then. And watch out for Gray Honda Go, Baby, Go man.