My hours of fun on the 101, 405, 5, and 110 are gone now. All I have to contend with is the mild rush hour on 84 (no definite article in non-gilded states) when the locals forget what they're doing or an interloper from Massachusetts starts crashing into things. The 15 up in K-Bek seems mostly to be a repository for those orange conebarrels of which Transports Québec is so fond. My time in French Canada is usually spent going the opposite direction to the rush, so I have't borne the full brunt of the heures de pointe.
Considering what impressive pieces of engineering they are, freeways don't get much respect. They seem to viewed as blight, in both urban and rural settings. They uglify their surroundings, push powerless folks out of their homes with eminent domain, and we spend far too many years of hours live inching forward at a Planck length at a time. I think I've mentioned it before, but Jalopnik ran an article a while back about how peoplw need to stop using car culture as a euphemism for commuter culture. As mentioned in another thread the ideal is walking/cycling to work or mass transit that isn't like pulling teeth, with the car for weekend barnstorming.
As it stands, the Eisenhower interstate is an incredible piece of technology that would be a pretty pleasant way to eat up the miles were it not for the ubiquity of trucks. Here the ideal would be for private freight trains to carry our goods, where track wear is paid for by the user, not the taxpayer.
"Kimi, can you improve on your [race] finish?"
"No. My Finnish is fine; I am from Finland. Do you have any water?"