I used to commute up and down I-89 an hour and fifteen minutes each way when I was much younger. Over time I noticed that when I was really pushing it, speed wise, the trip felt longer. I had to pass more cars and it was just a bit more stressful. If I cruised at the speed limit and just listened to the radio or some music I’d often arrive at my exit with that feeling of “oh, I’m here already?”

In my early 20s I’d fly up and down the dirt road I lived on at 50+ mph. Until I hit that deer, that is. Now if I drive that same road I wonder how I could possibly have driven so fast thinking it was just fine.