Since the first day I received my license, I’ve driven at or just under the speed limit. Perhaps I feel it is in some way my civic duty to set an example – to demonstrate good driving behavior for others. I have never been pulled over for speeding and ne’er a ticket on my record can be found. Yet I am punished on a daily basis simply for following the law. When did heeding traffic rules become a crime (and breaking them the norm)?
Ahh, the angry Chevys revving their engines at me at every stop sign (I come to a complete stop and wait a full and deliciously slow “one one thousand” count to make a point of it) and the shiny SUVs snarling in my rearview mirror on every roadway. Driving the speed limit has become my own private form of rebellion, the kind where by actually OBEYING the law I am the maverick. No, no! I will never conform!
I especially like to pretend I am batty and oblivious, driving 24-25 miles per hour in the 25 MPH zone. In all honesty, I relish it exquisitely. Kiss my fanny, Escalade.
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