Roads

I read this in a Margaret Atwood novel I wormed through last week:

"People don't think in terms of roads, but in terms of where they want to go: a road was where someone else wanted you to go. A road was an insult."

She wrote this of the Italians but I thought it sounded quite a lot like here. I would also add that anyone else on the road is also an insult. It seems imperative to be the first and fastest on the road, weaving through obnoxious slower traffic, breaking at the last possible moment and of course beeping as much as possible. Vehicles too are regarded with contempt, pushed to all the limits and poorly maintained. Apart from the horn. Everything else can be faulty, but a car must have a good hooter.