MADD

As I lean my motorcycle into the curve that takes me onto I-95, I roll the throttle to accelerate up to highway speeds. Up ahead I see a car going well below the minimum speed of 45 mph, with the left turn signal on but swerving to the right. I give this big unknown a wide berth, and as I pass, I see the person gabbing it up on a cell phone. This doesn’t happen occasionally. Rather, it happens multiple times each and every day as I head out on South Florida roads. There’s the guy sitting at a...