Man, I’ve had a seriously crazy, last weekend. I moved completely across town to abandon the drug infested neighborhood I used to live in. Now I live near the beach. Also I work on a military base on the east coast and if you know anything about military bases You’d know that tens of thousands of people work on them and they all need to be at work at the same time. Well, because of its military base status, it goes without saying that some measures of security are probably being taken to protect government assets and people. There are usually more than one entrance to a military base though those entrances have limited use. The main gates to military bases are crammed packed with people trying to get to work.
I tell you that to tell you this. I moved so I could take advantage of a lesser used gate and get to work more efficiently. The speed limit on this road is 55 mph. The road is a rural route so an average traveling speed of 60-63 mph. isn’t too strange. I get on base and the speed limit maintains its 55-ness. But we’ve got people driving 45-50 mph. The road is still considered rural, even though it’s on base there’s nothing around for miles. The kick in the pants is that I always, ALWAYS, I never don’t, not get behind them. Today for example; I leave for work, I’m truckin’ along and I end up behind two cars who are no-kidding going 45 mph at six-thirty in the morning on a road that is in the middle of NOWHERE. So I passed them going about 65 mph and resumed my commute. Seriously, why? Drive the Speed Limit.