I find that driving the speed limit relieves a lot of stress. For one, I have absolutely no need to be on the look-out for (and to avoid) "the man" in the black-and-white. They're out there for us, not against us, right? Beyond not having to be on constant fear of a speeding ticket, driving the speed limit lets all of the riff-raff pass on by, and I get a chuckle out of observing all of the trouble people get themselves into trying to beat the next guy. Things like serving left and right, cutting each other off, them having to slam on the brakes (or ride them) because they've put themselves into a situation where they shouldn't be in the first place. It's actually pretty entertaining. I truly laugh out loud at least once or twice during each commute.
The stoplight chasers were REALLY in a hurry today. I swear, I was smelling burning catalytic converters all the way to work. It seems like everyone had their foots on the floorboards this morning... And they got there three minutes before I did, too.
I guess they won.