35-45 minutes. I live in a really, really, REALLY tiny town across the river and work in a nice-sized city, so it's a usually calm drive through the country until the last mile. Then it's idiot Texans clogging the road, screeching into their cell phones, slugging back their 7-11 coffee and generally driving just like, well, just like me. Like Wes, the more toodling I do, the slower I go. Especially now in winter when the eagles are making their cold weather home at a lake not two miles from my back door. Living without all the amentities of a large city isn't bad when you get to see an eagle fly right over your head.
The fact he's swooping down on the cute bunnies and squirrels may horrify my daughters, but they'll get over it.