Among the changing months May stands confest The sweetest and in fairest colors dressed.

Automate the headlights so drivers can't forget to turn them on in low visibility.

As our eyes age, they have a tougher and tougher time adjusting to rapid changes in lighting, and we need to be aware of this.

If you think your job requires you to endanger people, get another job.

Seems like people could behave themselves without making a calculation regarding how likely or unlikely they are to kill other people.

Some people make a separate argument about the red light cameras. They say it just changes the type of crash that's most likely to occur at an intersection.

Tolling plan is a wonderful opportunity for political pandering, and some candidates are taking full advantage of it.

I don't see traffic fines as a substitute for a commuter tax.

Motors that are vulnerable to shorting out because of snow ingestion should have snow filters installed over air intakes, and spare motors should be ready to replace any failed motors.

Metro shows no signs of being able to make its trains run on time. This occurs during single-tracking and it occurs during normal rush hour service.

If you're driving more than 50 mph through a neighborhood where the speed limit is 25 mph, I question whether you should keep your driver's license. You're a menace to society.

Every socialist is a disguised dictator.

If you want a definition of what a coward is, it’s needing to push a whole class of people down so that you can walk on top of them.

This is what happens when you go against the grain of truth. You get splinters later on.

The voice does go up in a poem. It is an address, even if it is to oneself.

Take a chance and try my fare! It will grow on you, I swear; Soon it will taste good to you!

I avoid the media circus, keep my head down and try to keep growing and learning things.

I have always passed the ball and worked on that part of my game.

We're getting along so well; I trust you so much for this one second that I'm going to let you yank on me.

A common lament of the World War II generation is the absence today of personal responsibility

You have to keep busy. After all, no dog's ever pissed on a moving car.