Rebellion Ended

Hey Kids,

What’s all the hurry?

Recently I’ve been nearly run off the road with cars in a rush to get somewhere. The practice of guarding your lane while on the motorcycle has become more important than what I have experienced in the past. If you’re not using that side of the lane, they’ll pass you in it.

The speed limits on the highways have gone up from 65 to 70 in the city and 75 to 80 out of it.

I Can't Drive 55, and now I don't have to.

I Can’t Drive 55, and now I don’t have to.

Cars, simple cars, like Corolla type cars zoom around at 75 like it’s nothing.

I’m not opposed to speed, mind you.

No, the thing that bothers me the most is that it’s no longer rebellious to go fast.

It’s the standard.

 

Day 193

Making Good Time

Ano-novoMaking good time has always been an obsession with me and my family. It’s an odd expression and goal. It really doesn’t make any sense, yet I still find myself trying to accomplish it with every drive.

Making good time of course is to arrive sooner than expected. However, if one did the math, one would also know exactly when one was expected. The magic is to always arrive sooner anyway. And the trick is to simply lower expectations and then speed.

I almost always still equate travel time to 60MPH. The accepted safe speed from back in the 55 MPH days, may they burn in hell. Anyone who thinks 55 MPH was a good speed limit, go drive from Salt Lake to Reno, as I have done so many times. And then drive back again. With a carload of kids. In the summer time. In the 1970’s.

Anyway, I figure a mile a minute. From there, I make good time or I make bad time. Regardless of the 75 MPH zones now. With gas stops and potty breaks, a good time can still be maintained if the trip is long enough. If my trip is less than 1 minute/mile. I am a happy man. I it exceeds it, I will do better the next time, no matter what it takes.

Does it matter? To me, it’s all that matters when on the road.