UPDATE: One thing I will not miss: BMWs. With a couple of notable exceptions, BMWs in Silicon Valley—particularly the omnipresent M3, but just as frequently other 3-series, 5-series, or Z3/Z4s—are ridiculously overapt to be seen dipping abruptly from lane to lane, cutting across gore points, tailgating, and otherwise acting like they're driven by first-time marketing-management-promotion recipients who fancy themselves racecar drivers. Oddly, here there's hardly a BMW of any kind to be seen, and the ones that there are drive like sane, normal people. Astonishing.

UPDATE 3/7/08: Okay, I take that back. Just this morning I nearly had my door blown sailing into the Hudson by some graying-templed clown in a new 330i coupe. No sooner had I identified the telltale rapidly-dodging-left-to-right-across-my-field-of-view kidney-shaped grille hovering in my mirror entangled with a couple of other cars behind me, than said grille and the car it was attached to darted its way in between those two cars, jammed its way ahead, and then blasted southward on the empty tarmac ahead at full scream. There was a cop waiting for just such things not half a mile further down the road, but I saw no evidence of pursuit or apprehension, so his sense of invincibility is surely unchastened. Good to know some things never change.