There are some tasks in my life that I need to mentally prepare for, which, as of late has been taking long road trips. This has been no secret since every time I step into my car the hair on my delicate body stands on its end and I feel the need to scream it to anyone in my path. It’s just that people don’t understand the basic rules of driving anymore and it frustrates the piss out of me.
When you see big red flashing letters on an electronic sign saying “hang it up now” when entering a new state tells me, that the law just may very well be no cell phone use while driving. Now while most people in Jersey obey this law some don’t and those select few are the ones that will crash into you and cause major havoc on ones vehicle, hence, delaying your ETA of your destination by a very long time. Hence, I would then feel the need to hit someone.
I left my house early Saturday morning heading for the Jersey shore. As I approached Rt 55, the big black and white sign was still there staring everyone in the face clear as day, keep right pass left. I set my cruise control to 67 mph and stayed in the left lane as I passed every vehicle on the right wondering why they were going so slow.
It wasn’t until a truck flew up behind me when I had to slow down and move over that I realized for the past 20 minutes I was doing 77 mph and not 67.
I wonder if I could have pulled that off.
“Officer I swear I thought I was doing 67. It’s an honest mistake…hold on let me step out of the car for a minute.”