Driving turns scary

                              Once upon a time, driving one's car was considered a pleasurable and relaxing experience.  Most people drove according to the speed limit, were courteous to one another, and even used their turn signals when appropriate.
                              Nowadays driving has become a hassle.  Madmen/women zoom in and out, drive well above the speed limit, play with their cellphones and tailgate along the highways and byways as if they owned the open roads.
                             Are reckless speedsters mentally unbalanced or are they hypnotized by television commercials that advertise driving from zero to 60 in a matter of seconds?
                             Journalists call them the "lunatic fringe": those drivers who are subject to negative periods of clear-mindedness or have "intermittent mental derangement associated with the changing phases of the moon."
                             But for the normal, everyday drivers, who anticipate arriving at their destinations all in one piece, the term "lunatic" refers to foolish and idiotic behavior of speedsters who may smash cars and sensible drivers to smithereens.
                             Perhaps there's another reason that causes our irrational brothers and sisters to pound their pedals to the metal.  Since a multitude of headstrong drivers achived limited success at work, school, sports and what have you, then leading the pack and being No. 1 on the highways is their claim to fame.  It's a sad, sad commentary indeed, but true to life.
                            Those luxurious vehicles ------- be it car or truck ----- with tons of chrome on the outside and exclusive paraphernalia on the inside and under the hood, have become four-wheeled masterpieces of style that speed about like chariots of the gods.
                            These shallow-minded speedsters, with frivolous intentions, are growing, and soon moderate, law-abiding drivers will become nervous wrecks seeking psychiatrists' couches for therapy.
                           Thank God I didn't drive on Aug. 1------the night of the full moon.  For what evil lurks in the minds of speed demons is comparable to misfits who have lost their way.