After sitting at redlight after redlight on the way home from work, some how I feel justified in speeding through the parking lot near my apartments to get to my garage. The old lady walking her ancient dog glances back at me, a little alarmed. The manager seems a bit disapproving, even though he waves at me. His wife is fussing with a kid and doesn't notice anyway. Speed bumps? If I go in the middle only two wheels hit them. Other cars? They should be prepared for this sort of thing. It's the longest stretch of road I've driven during the day without a needless halt. Why not floor it?