Day 27: Never Have I Ever…Driven The Speed Limit Unless Being Followed By A Cop

Ever since I could drive I haven’t really driven the speed limit. Even when I was on probation for collecting a healthy amount of points in a short period of time, I found it difficult to drive the speed limit. Unless I was being followed or thought I was being followed by cop, I was off and running.

For the record I am not an aggressive douche that weaves in and out of lanes without signaling, and I don’t look to screw with people on the road. I certainly don’t look to race. I do not have a fast car, but even when I had Vic (my 6-speed, 200hp, 2 L v-tec rsx type S) I certainly did not look for other cars to race with. I’m just impatient in the car. I categorize myself as a cautious aggressive. I will drive anywhere from 75 – 85 if traffic allows me, but if the opportunity to drive that fast isn’t there, I rarely force it.

The only time I really force the issue is when I drive through NYC. For one thing, no one on the entire island of Manhattan knows how to drive. My goal is to get away from all the cars and stay away from them. Between the stupid Arabs cab drivers, the random slow elderly and/or black people crossing the street, and the Asians that just don’t understand how to drive at all and asshole bike riders, traveling through NYC is comparable to walking through a mine field littered with IEDs when you’re drunk and staring at a shiny red ball and listening to your favorite song.

I’ve tried on numerous occasions to drive the speed limit. 25mph, 55mph, 65mph. I can’t do it. I’ve made conscious efforts to keep under the posted speeds, but 1. I’m just too impatient and 2. It’s just so easy so blast through such slowness. Even when I did try to go 25, I’d be in the fortunate situation to have a tailgater right behind me. This would actually make me drive slower, because yes, dear reader, I’m that guy. I will tap the breaks if you are tailgating me, try my hardest to cut you off if you have just cut me off and honk and stare you down if you act out of line.

You would think that me driving the speed limit would be a good exercise in patience, but the truth is, you get no reward for being a passive driver. You, or at least I, I’ve found, get tailgated, honked at, glared at, cursed at. I attract that kind of attention when I try to follow the rules. It’s nice to not care about all these things, but I’m not one of those people. I’m one of those people that will do 40 in a 25 and 85 on a highway if I can. I’m one of those that will blast off after paying a toll. Never have I ever gone the speed limit if I can help it, and I will continue to not.