“I’m going to make it.”
Frank smiled as he turned the wheel and his car darted around another slow driver. Turning it back, he cut the other car off before sliding into a third lane, earning him a couple of middle fingers.
Laughing, he shook his head. After all the years of driving this road, how could they not be used to his driving by now? He figured he was a living legend. “Too bad, guys. Maybe you’ll move next time.”
Swerving, he slid into the far right lane in time to hit a parked car with its four-ways on.