Boundaries vs limits
A few thoughts from a fast driver
I love driving fast.
I love the feeling of my shoulder pressed into the door as I take a right bend in the road a little too quickly.
Driving is a sensory delight. Speed enhances the pleasure.
This perhaps provides some explanation to my consternation with my municipality. It seems, they do not share my love of speed. With that in mind, the local planning gorpons have been creating irritations. Traffic calming measures. They have installed these devices at strategic spots that, to me, have the opposite impact.
Likely solar powered, these suckers are essentially big public broadcasts of your speed. If you’re going 50 or under it flashes green. Over 50? Red. The fucker tops out at 69.
When I see these digital signs that broadcast my speed, my goal is to see how quickly I can get to 70. I want to bury the radar as quickly as possible. The reward? The sign flashes the words “Too Fast”.
Oh so satisfying.
The sign exists to remind me of my limits. I thank it for the suggestion and proceed.
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