AccessMyLibrary provides FREE access to over 30 million articles from top publications available through your library.
Create a link to this page
Copy and paste this link tag into your Web page or blog:
Byline: Cory Farley
This summer, i've gotten two speeding tickets. That's after a long hiatus, and I can't really complain. If speed limits are to be taken literally, I'm a little guilty every day.
If speed limits are to be taken literally, though, why am I holding up all those cars?
My driving record is good, and I don't expect any trouble over these citations. That might change if I get more, so I've been watching the mirror, peering into shadows and scoping out on-ramps to avoid law-enforcement surprises.
Also, I'm watching my speed. I've stopped interpreting 65 as "around 70.''
As a result, I'm like the Pied Piper, except I'm leading SUVs instead of rats, and about every third driver salutes me with an upraised digit.
In the West, highway speed limits are widely ignored. I-80 between Reno and Sacramento is mostly signed for 65 mph, but at 78, my customary velocity before I became a habitual offender, I was barely average. So imagine the figure I cut at 64.
Source: HighBeam Research, Within Limits.(personal narratives of Cory Farley)(Column)