Ever After. William Wharton

is so full of weird vehicles, RVs, cars pulling trailers, vans, caravans, all driving fast, really fast, and cutting in and out all the time, that I finally say something to Bert’s brother.

      ‘Steve, don’t they have any speed limits here? You’re doing seventy and almost everybody is passing you. I thought France or Germany was bad, but this makes their driving look almost sane.’

      ‘Everybody in Oregon is going somewhere in a hurry it seems, Kate. I don’t understand it myself. But if you go under seventy you’ll be run right over. You know, Oregon is one of the few states that went back to the sixty-five mile speed limit. This means they drive seventy-five without the cops doing anything. Maybe it’s the frontier spirit.’