Absurd forms of transit

There are times when I think about how strange it is that everyone drives cars. Here we are, all hurdling ourselves at 60 mph, relying on blinking lights and primitive honking to communicate with each other, mostly hoping that the other drivers are paying attention (or that we have superior maneuvering skills). We take comfort in giant inflating pillows and double yellow lines. It's surreal. I'm amazed it works at all -- but I think it works because we are social animals, and driving has become a social behavior. It speaks to how a complex problem can be reduced to a simple solution through social means.