Every day we drive the roads we practice a life of faith. Ultimately, on the roads, the only thing separating me from eternity is a four-inch strip of yellow paint. I have faith that the driver in the other lane believes that yellow paint matters.
Your comments (and questions) from the last post have made me smile, and perhaps check my ego a little for any particularly shiny spots. I'll tell you that there are a couple reasons why I haven't received any speeding tickets. Though my hubris in the last post may seem like I'm going to soon get what's coming to me (quite possibly), I do have a pretty good method for not getting speeding tickets.
I drive slow.
Like, almost painfully so.
I can't bring myself to ever go faster than 70 mph (what's that...110 kph?) on the freeway because (1) it feels like I'm wasting gas, (2) I feel like my car might explode, and (3) I constantly envision myself running into something going that fast and perishing in an unspeakable inferno. It's helpful that in Oregon the speed limit is 65, so I manage just fine. In Washington the speed limit in some places is 70. I suspect I will be permanently relegated to the right lane once we move to the Evergreen State.
As for going through town, I'm just a drive-the-speed-limit kind of person. The only stretch in town that I fear may be the death of my ticket record is that stretch along Pringle/Battle Creek, where the speed limit is an INSANE 25 mph. The road is wide, the stretch is downhill, and I have to ride the brake the whole time. It's ridiculous. So what that there's a school there? They shouldn't put such pretty, wide roads next to schools if they don't want people to drive fast on them.
The other reason why I drive slow is because I was pulled over by a cop when I was 16, and it scared me into safe driving.
Of course, the reason why I got pulled over wasn't because I was driving unsafely, it was for a different reason altogether.