Put me behind a car on the Interstate, and I can tell you – with 90% accuracy – the sex, ethnicity and age of the driver. Not only that, but I’ll tell you if they’re using a cellphone, although deciphering their service provider is more difficult.
Now that I’m a professional road user, I can look down haughtily upon my fellow travellers. With a keen eye for detail, deducing basic facts about people from the model and age of car is infant’s recreation. The manner in which people careen about the place is a dead give-away; combine the two and you have an unbeatable system.
Late model Camry in the fast lane steadfastly doing two mph under the speed limit?
White male over 55.
New Honda Civic changing lanes erratically at ten mph over?
Female on cellphone under age 27.
Tricked out eighties GM product, driver so far back he’s practically in the rear seat?
Black male under 35.
This is too easy. I need a challenge.