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While driving home, I found myself perplexed by a question. Is my car slow? I drive a 90s Camero and consider it to be a relatively fast car.

I was not sure is there was something wrong with my car, or if I was driving too slow, but people were passing me on the left and the right and my speedometer said I was going 75 mph.

I like to cruise at a speed that keeps my revs decent and doesn't kill my fuel economy. I have found that happy medium to be 75. I get where I need to go reasonably fast and I don't feel like a convicted felon fleeing from police.

Now that you understand how I drive the freeways, you might understand my concern. How is it that people pass me at excessive speeds and not seem to care?

I felt like the slowest car on the freeway, changing lanes out of the fast lane to let people pass me. Eventually I pulled into the slow lane and sat behind an big rig until I felt like I was crawling along then moving back over only to be bullied back into the slow lane.

I wouldn't be upset about this if the cars were Mercedes, BMW or Corvettes, but instead I was being passed up by the Prius army. I saw more hybrids pass me than future hookers at a Texas beauty pageant.

I was stunned. Two things ran through my mind like a raging bull, almost forcing me to pull of to the side of the road.

"Why Priuses?" I asked myself, "How could hybrids be choosing to go that fast?" After all, I was under the assumption that everyone who owned a hybrid cared somewhat about the environment or lowering their fuel consumption.

By driving your Prius at 90 mph, your defeating the purpose of owning one. You might as well syphon out half of your fuel tank when you get home, because all your doing is wasting it.

So drive slower, I read somewhere that if you drive 55 mph (drive behind a big rig) you can increase your milage range up to 30 miles per gallon.

If everyone in California wasn't in such a damn big hurry all the time, maybe they would consider this. But telling people here to slow down is like taking a bottle from an infant, they just cry and cry and cry until you give it back to them.