"I am?" Jacen asked, mildly confused as he veered to the left, barely avoiding a huge truck that seemed to be transporting flammable materials, if the little fire symbol meant anything.
He then changed lanes, barely avoiding rear-ending a small car that had been going at a glacial pace. The pick-up truck that had been in the lane he had switched to honked at his car as he accelerated. What was he complaining about? He had had plenty of room to move in. Maybe he was moving too slow?
He gunned the car faster. It was simply safer to move quickly.