Monday morning, and the traffic was heavy as usual on the highway, as hundreds of us drove toward whatever it is that yanks you out of bed before you're ready.

There were signs of reluctant journeys: Travel mugs bobbed up and down, cigarettes were flicked out windows, car radios boomed. I was headed to work, grumbling to myself as my mind raced over the day's commitments.

Then I saw the two silver cars, and my grievances evaporated.

They were driving in tandem, which was ...

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