This afternoon I’m driving south down 395, in the construction zone between Moana and Neil. Speedometer says 58 or so (limit is 55 in this spot) as I creep up on a deep blue Ferrari convertible. I can see the brown leather interior through the windscreen, an older gentleman with a baseball cap at the wheel.

The speed limit raises to 65. He stays close to 60. Other cars and a motorcycle start to pull past us in the middle lane. Even if it was a Ford Fiesta I’d be a little anxious for him to speed it up. But he’s in a damn Ferrari!!! As traffic clears up to my right I hop into the middle lane and speed past him and kept going. I looked over past his black wheels and gold trimmed brake rotors to see him just causally driving, not even noticing me next to him. I’ll admit it, I was speeding….. About 80 or so, both windows down and stereo blasting!

I kept it that way all the way to my exit. Cruised on up to the turn lane and stopped at the red light. A few seconds pass and I notice a blue Ferrari pulling up beside me…. Yup, that blue Ferrari. The same one I passed on the freeway a few minutes before. Sitting right there at the same red light.

It really got me thinking about the difference between the journey and the goal. I chose to crank it up a bit and drive my big SUV a little faster than it was really made to go. He chose to just cruise along in a car that is designed to drive at three times the speed. In the end, we both got to the same place at roughly the same time. My speeding didn’t make a difference at all.

Maybe it comes with age…. The ability to slow down and just enjoy the moment a bit. I tend to always rush through things, never taking a minute to relax and enjoy the moment. Always looking for another shot of excitement. I think I’ll do my best from here out to think of the blue Ferrari.