Well, that helps explain your great milege. I do the rush hour commutes in Tampa every day. Nothing like puttering along in second on I-275 behind some monster SUV that I can't see over or around (but sometimes under lol). The only saving grace to the inbound commute is at the end when the traffic lightens and I get to run her up the gears, get some speed and then shoot around a bank that everyone else has to brake for. Amazing how the little things can make us so happy.
