The ride from Motovun to Zagreb was not as pleasant as I expected. My beloved and I left early, but there was much traffic on both sides of the road. The end of the summer vacations is nigh, and many people are on their way home. Most of the cars I spotted on our side of the road were from Hungary. Cars from Slovenia, Germany, Austria, the Czech Republic, and Slovakia were not far behind, but there was also an occasional car from Latvia and Lithuania. There was much competition between the drivers, and my beloved did her best to keep a safe distance from the most adventurous among them. Watching the traffic, I felt quite disgusted by my fellow humans. And ever more so as we approached the Croatian capital. Although there were no accidents along the road, blood was in the air. There were too many cars. They moved too fast. And nearly every driver appeared too nervous for the task. The Twenty-First Century in so many words. The traffic as a metaphor for competition without rhyme or reason, not to mention the woeful end.