It was a weekend. Me and my friend, Rick were in Michigan on to way to meet our old school friend who came to the US on a business trip.
The roads were smooth, lines white and bright, with lots of curves and a 70 speed limit. I would rate the traffic, medium-high.
While traveling, I felt Rick was going a bit fast, so I insisted him to slow down. He told, “I’m in 72”. I thought Okay and got immersed in deep thoughts watching the traffic flowing.