I once had an argument with a room-mate of mine over driving behavoir. He was the typical punk who drove a Honda civic hatchback and loved weaving in and around all traffic. The drive was a burden that had to be defeated at all possible speed. He didn't go at crazy speeds but he did spend an awful amount of effort trying to get around traffic.
The argument that I had with him was that all that effort raised the danger level considerably while the benefit was negligible. So, to settle it, one night we headed out to a movie. We each drove our own car (in my case, a Chrysler Minivan... yeah, chicks loved it). The route was from the top of Coach Hill down to Chinook Center. I drove relatively conservatively, never exceeding the speed limit by more then 5km/h and kept the lane changes down to a minimum. My friend continued his rather jumpy style of weaving.
In the end, we ended up at the turn off into chinook with 1 car inbetween us. I had a good laugh over that one.
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