I was back in Nebraska this weekend for a family reunion. We met at a place out in the country near Union, south of Omaha. No internet. Very little phone service. It was kinda nice.
I'd forgotten what a racetrack I-80 has become. There's enough traffic on it now that it's like Formula One without the curves. You are constantly jockeying for position and apparently not everyone learned what I thought was a universal rule; the left lane is the passing lane, and if you're not passing, you should be in the right lane.
Invariably, you run into those people who sit in the left lane oblivious to the rules of the road.