Told this story elsewhere here, but it fits perfectly in this thread. Near the beginning of my usual route on my morning commute there is a four-way stop and I was the first one there with a pickup truck approaching slowly towards the stop sign to my right. I just had a funny feeling so I waited and yep, the truck didn't stop or even slow down--he just kept rolling across the intersection at a slow pace and when he was in front of me I could see his eyes were down watching his phone and I assume he was texting. Suddenly he glanced up and looked around nervously, but not seeing any immediate threats to his life his head immediately dipped down and he went back to texting as he continued to slowly roll on up the road. Never stopped or even hesitated at the intersection.
For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move. Robert Louis Stevenson