Discovering that there's a Superhero in the Next Lane

I'm not sure many people would believe me, but cruising along the highway to and from work every day, I'm joined by Clark Kent.

Cool in his black car, window down, he drives past faster than a speeding bullet-- cape flapping and kryptonite lacking, oozing awesomeness of superheroic proportions as he heads out incognito on his daily commute to fight crime and rid the world of evil.

Or at least, that's what I assume.

"CLARKENT", as reads his license plate, is perhaps but one of the many travellers joining me out on the highway with a secret identity-- the rest attempting to maintain their covers with unpersonalized plates and windows firmly closed.

One may speculate that Superman is trying too hard, but there is some reassurance to be had in knowing that he's out there, even in disguise-- so I, for one, am thankful to have him on my highway.

Better than a bird or a plane, he rescues the common commuter from Monday morning mundanity, and keeps the excitement of Friday's freedom alive-- singing along to the radio and tapping out a beat on the side of his super-mobile.

You rock, "CLARKENT".