Graphical creepily illustrated essay about car culture that asks why we tolerate drivers killing & injuring thousands of people a year with their cars. Mostly takes a philosophical psycho-cultural perspective on why we choose do drive cars, & why we accept their costs. Doesn't really go into the ways that car-centric transport choices are chosen for us by the transit decisions of our local, state, & national government. Makes a good case for driving slower & more carefully, but that is not really the main point. The endnotes contain the supporting statistics & are worth flipping to. Personally, I probably didn't need to read this book, since I already hate driving (which is probably why I never clean my car, or repair cosmetic damage on it). The illustrations of streets empty of cars or people were creepy; I couldn't decide if it was meant to evoke the dream of the open road free of any other people or vehicles getting in the way, or the isolation of the person in the car driving alone on the streets & highways. The emptiness of the visuals reminded me a bit of the Men's Recovery Project video "the Humans".