This could be the motto for the human race. “Driver carries less than twenty dollars.” All are racing down the busy, broken highway with one deficit, or another. Perhaps, with many deficits. We would all like to have full wallets and purses, nice sunglasses, quality driving gloves, and good brakes. Instead, we have engines that are slow to start and quick to die. Brakes that squeal like a pig in a slaughterhouse. Other drivers are constantly swerving into our lane or tailgating or forgetting to be polite and use their signals. I’ve got a certain signal for those drivers. As for me, I’ve always carried less than twenty dollars. Many times, I have only a few coins, and the damn toll booth is right there, ahead of me.