Letter: I will keep plodding along
As I drive down Andy Devine Avenue at the posted speed limit, a vehicle approaches fast from behind. I observe the reduced speed limit of a 45 mph sign and I slow down. The car removes itself from behind me to pull in beside me, the passenger and driver shouting obscenities and gesturing as they pass by.
On another street, I have come to a complete stop at a stop sign. A driver behind me starts honking and yelling obscenities at me for doing so.
On my way home, I am driving the neighborhood-posted speed limit of 25 mph and a vehicle is revving its engine behind me attempting to pass me on either side of my vehicle. Why? As I drive onto I-40 at a reasonable rate of speed, those behind me race past going over the gore line to do so. There is a reason that that line became known as "The Gore Line," but no one seems to care but me.
Driving on 68 through Golden Valley I observe the 55 mph speed limit as everyone blows past me from 10 to 30 mph over the posted speed limit. Here comes the Photo Radar truck! Some slow down briefly in passing it, but a lot of them just keep barreling on. Can they afford the tickets? I surely cannot.
The drive up Union Pass is interesting because tall V.8 engine pick-up trucks and SUVs pass me like I'm standing still. I look at the speed limit and conclude that I am driving it. I guess they can afford sucking their gas tanks dry on the hills as well. Wow! I must be living in a rich world. Everyone can afford beating up their nice vehicles and getting tickets too. I, however, will just keep plodding along the legal way. Isn't that what we are supposed to do?
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