So, here is a rant from me. My wife and I went to Northfield MN this past weekend for her sister's wedding. My job of course, was to wrangle the boy and keep him occupied while my wife tended to the wedding, like actually being in it. But, it's not what happened there that has me hot under the collar. It's the trip to and from. Can someone please explain to me, when they changed the legal posted speed limit from 65 to 95? Did I miss the announcement, the memo, the email? Was I sleeping? I guess I must have missed it.
Here is what I do not understand. I tend to drive a bit on the safe side. I am not reckless behind the wheel. There is good reason for that I assure you. I have a family now. If it were just me, I would go balls to the wall, but alas I feel that I should not, for the sake of my wife and child. AND, let's just say that I have had my fair share of the state's finest of troopers pull me over for my heavy foot. I have had to pay an exorbitant fee in Wisconsin for doing 41 in a 25. The price of the ticket you ask? $289! YES, you read that right. So, for the peace in my marriage, and the wonderful low cost of vehicle insurance, I try and be careful when I am behind the wheel. I tend to be an impatient driver too. But, I try.
Now, this last time on the fine Interstate highway system, I noticed that I was actually being passed alot. Not because I was the geezer going 45, but that I was not going with my afterburner at full blast like the said vehicles passing me were. The culprits with the most speed? Idiots from Illinois! They tend to be rude, and drive as if their time is way more important than mine. And when they pass you, they tend to give you the evil eye, as if I just killed their favorite pet. I do not understand that so many drivers from Illinois can be that damn impatient, that they feel they have to pass people actually pushing the legal limit. BUT, I will also say this. People in Minnesota are not all that better. In a 65 zone, I was going 72. Not fast, but not excessively slow either. Not really a speed that would merit a trooper actually pulling me over (going ten over in North Dakota will get you pulled over on I-29 going south two miles north of Fargo). But, I was being passed with fury; not by just a lone car, but by lines of them.
Did I get old real quick? Granted I was driving a 2002 VW Jetta. Not all that sick looking, no guts under the hood, and uncomfortable as hell. But, besides that, the gas mileage is good. I drive a family car...well, alright it's my wife's, but I drove it this last time for our "trip." So, I can see where I might look harmless...there is not dare from me to race anyone in that German mix of sass and blitzkrieg! It is not tough at all. I know that. But give me a break. Stop passing people in the relentless pursuit to prove to the world that your time in way more important than anyone else's. Because you know, your time is not worth dying over, or putting my or my family's lives in danger because you are travelling at mach speed, and then ripping over the right almost cutting me off. I guess Karma is a bitch. Because one day, you will be nailed, maybe excessively for the speed you are going. You can be given a ticket, or lots of them. You can huff and puff and scream it's not fair. But, for those of us who pass you as you are pulled over to the side of the road with the lights flashing in your rear view mirror, you can expect to see me smile glancing your way as I pass your sorry ass...esp.., you dorks from Illinois! Idiots! I think I am going to change careers and become a Wisconsin State Highway Patrol Officer. At least then, I can have my revenge! Muwahahahah! Sorry, I need to call my therapist. More later...
Here is what I do not understand. I tend to drive a bit on the safe side. I am not reckless behind the wheel. There is good reason for that I assure you. I have a family now. If it were just me, I would go balls to the wall, but alas I feel that I should not, for the sake of my wife and child. AND, let's just say that I have had my fair share of the state's finest of troopers pull me over for my heavy foot. I have had to pay an exorbitant fee in Wisconsin for doing 41 in a 25. The price of the ticket you ask? $289! YES, you read that right. So, for the peace in my marriage, and the wonderful low cost of vehicle insurance, I try and be careful when I am behind the wheel. I tend to be an impatient driver too. But, I try.
Now, this last time on the fine Interstate highway system, I noticed that I was actually being passed alot. Not because I was the geezer going 45, but that I was not going with my afterburner at full blast like the said vehicles passing me were. The culprits with the most speed? Idiots from Illinois! They tend to be rude, and drive as if their time is way more important than mine. And when they pass you, they tend to give you the evil eye, as if I just killed their favorite pet. I do not understand that so many drivers from Illinois can be that damn impatient, that they feel they have to pass people actually pushing the legal limit. BUT, I will also say this. People in Minnesota are not all that better. In a 65 zone, I was going 72. Not fast, but not excessively slow either. Not really a speed that would merit a trooper actually pulling me over (going ten over in North Dakota will get you pulled over on I-29 going south two miles north of Fargo). But, I was being passed with fury; not by just a lone car, but by lines of them.
Did I get old real quick? Granted I was driving a 2002 VW Jetta. Not all that sick looking, no guts under the hood, and uncomfortable as hell. But, besides that, the gas mileage is good. I drive a family car...well, alright it's my wife's, but I drove it this last time for our "trip." So, I can see where I might look harmless...there is not dare from me to race anyone in that German mix of sass and blitzkrieg! It is not tough at all. I know that. But give me a break. Stop passing people in the relentless pursuit to prove to the world that your time in way more important than anyone else's. Because you know, your time is not worth dying over, or putting my or my family's lives in danger because you are travelling at mach speed, and then ripping over the right almost cutting me off. I guess Karma is a bitch. Because one day, you will be nailed, maybe excessively for the speed you are going. You can be given a ticket, or lots of them. You can huff and puff and scream it's not fair. But, for those of us who pass you as you are pulled over to the side of the road with the lights flashing in your rear view mirror, you can expect to see me smile glancing your way as I pass your sorry ass...esp.., you dorks from Illinois! Idiots! I think I am going to change careers and become a Wisconsin State Highway Patrol Officer. At least then, I can have my revenge! Muwahahahah! Sorry, I need to call my therapist. More later...
1 comment:
Excuse me, since when did you lose your lead foot???? I remember a time you were flying by me....
However, I totally agree with your comments on Illinois drivers. If they want to kill themselves (and hopefully no one else), let them drive on a race track. I hate those looks they give you when they are passing you and you are doing the speed limit or a little more.
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