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Byline: Rich Ceppos
Do we condone speeding? Do I? Do you? Does this magazine? Do enthusiasts? That might sound like a nutball question coming from this quarter. After all, we are all part of this great brotherhood of the car. We are the aficionados, the mavens, the cognoscenti-the ones who know. We effuse about horsepower. We venerate acceleration. We swoon over stratospheric top speeds. We're all about handling and braking and slicing through our favorite stretches of twisting asphalt. Thrill guys, all. But again I ask: Do we really condone speeding?
Until recently, I would have said, unequivocally, that fast is good and faster is better-now stop bothering me. Speed is the raison d'etre of the automobile. A better horse, and way more fun. We live in an era of brilliant vehicles, where even the lowliest set of wheels can make 100 mph. Many top 150. We hardly raise an eyebrow at an SUV that can lunge to 60 mph in seven-and-a-half seconds. An SUV! Speed, like slinky advertising, is all around us, beckoning, promising. America is besotted with it.
But something has inserted itself into this neat little ball of an equation that throws everything out of equilibrium: children. Quite a few friends and colleagues have teenage kids, many on the brink of that wonderful journey into driverhood. Suddenly, questions that normally wouldn't get raised in these halls have taken on new dimension and complexity: Do we really condone speeding? Should we act like it's okay? Do we actually admit that to our kids?
Our children already know the answers. They've watched us drive all their lives. Little about our behavior is more public than our driving manners. My teenage daughter has always liked to go fast; when she was a little girl she used ...