In the Passing Lane

Today, Jane and I took a trip to Corte Madera, where we met my good friend Hillary and her daughter, Sarah, for some shopping and lunch. It was a great afternoon.
On the way to Corte Madera, I passed several interesting vehicles and their drivers.
Vehicle #1
If you have a new Ford Mustang, does this mean you automatically qualify for the fast lane ... much like if you own a hybrid vehicle you can drive in the carpool lane with only one person? There I was, driving down the highway, when I practically come to a blockade. No, not traffic, but a silver fox (he was quite good looking ... no Sean Connery, but he could hold his own) driving a new Ford Mustang at a paltry 40 (FORTY) miles per hour. You could tell he was quite enjoying his new purchase (I assume it was new) but he was hardly a silver streak in it. I'm glad he enjoyed his car, but out of the fast lane, Pops.
Vehicle #2
I had to clarify when I got home -- how do you spell "woe"? (Well, now you know because you just read the word, but had I said it aloud, we could have had a real discussion.) If you have a saying on your license plate (and here I would put what the plate read, but then I'd feel guilty ... why? I don't know.) that requires the word "woe" do you go with "woo" because you can't get the real word? I can understand using "z" for "s" and "c" for "see", but "woo" for "woe"? It just looked stupid. Add to that, the plate was supposed to be a sarcastic observation on the driver's life ... it didn't go over well.
Vehicle #3
Shortly before I reached my exit, I came over a hill and saw a line of vehicles stopped for road work. I eased to a stop (maybe slightly quicker than an ease) and took a glance in my rear view mirror. Over the crest of the hill, I saw a Cadillac Escalade ... and he was making no indication of stopping or slowing for me and the line of traffic. Have you seriously looked at one of those vehicles lately? His front grill could have swallowed my little Civic whole. I had a moment of the sheer panic that only an impending car accident can bring. I reached into the back seat to put my protective hand over the baby soundly sleeping in her car seat ... after all, my hand can stop 2 1/2 tons of metal bearing down at 75 miles per hour. Luckily for him, he stopped. Barely.