Driving the narrow back roads around here you always have to slow down for one thing or another, tractor trailers trying to make 90-degree turns mostly, or a peloton of morning bike riders. (Don’t those people have jobs? Oh, wait, neither do I. Well, carry on.) But occasionally you get stuck behind a truck that’s driving under the limit so as not to dump several dozen water-filled buckets of flowers on their way to market, and that’s okay because then I can balance my camera on the steering wheel so the picture isn’t blurry.