One Thursday each month, I drive the SLE to Marion, IN from Indianapolis. SR 37 is a straight line from Indianapolis to Marion. On the most recent trip, it was closed, but no one informed me. We got to the SR 28 junction when we saw the Road Closed sign. My mom wanted to stop and ask for directions. I, on the other hand, saw open country roads and decided I needed to find out on my own.
Country roads here are about as country as it gets. The roads suck, have no regulations but implied ones, and I accidentally ramped off of sudden drops after bridges. Beaten up country homes are spilled over the countryside, and it's just cornfields aside from that. I saw two other cars, and they were kicking up dust behind them. Needless to say, we made it without a problem. I didn't feel lost because instead of heading North only, I headed East and then North. No big deal.
Really heavy rain followed, and it sucked the rest of the way. At least rampaging down bumpy roads made my day. No paint chips, blown tires, or anything. People say that SLEs don't handle well, but I did fine avoiding 4-ft deep potholes (slight exaggeration) at over 60mph (slightly over).
Also, on the way there, I was on a 2-lane road and accelerating normally. I heard some annoying ricing sound coming from somewhere. I looked in my side rear view mirror and saw some very, very riced out Ferd Escort 4-dr hatchback hopping through shifts and redlining while trying to keep up. This isn't a kill story. It's a butchering story. I had my foot slightly on the gas pedal and was just picking up speed as I usually do, and I happened to beat a Ferd Escort.

I had no idea I did it because I thought the ricing was coming from somewhere else. I figured it out only when I saw the Escort hopping to the shifting sounds. As I leveled out my speed at the speed limit, the guy passed me and gave me a filthy look. I swear I didn't race him. It took me over 10 seconds to get to 55mph. Something is wrong with that car, and it's not just the Ferd part.