I hate to be that guy who goes on the radio, railing about anything that’s new or different. So yesterday when I that city councilors are trying to have the speed limit changed on residential roads from 50km/hour to 30/km/hour, I decided that instead of condemning the idea right out of the gate, I’d try it. So I did.
I left the station last night after the show – about 7:00. And I drove the speed limit the ENTIRE time – as I usually do. Only this time, I drove 30 kilometers per hour in residential areas.
As first, I hated it, I felt like maybe I’d had a stroke – like the honking motorists behind me surely suggested. But once the people behind me finished passing me, giving me the finger, and throwing their garbage at me. I discovered that driving really slow can be kinda fun. It was like driving in a parade.
My little car was like my own private parade float. I waved to joggers who ran by. I felt like one of the Shriners. It took every ounce of my being not to put my empty slurpee cup on head and start doing figure 8’s down Millwoods Road.
ABOVE: Here’s a picture of me driving home from work last night.