I am a Cranky Old Man
Oh, it’s summer on Cape Cod, and that means so many things to those of us who live here.
The other day I was on Route 6, in Eastham – I was in the left lane and passing someone in the right lane – I was probably going about 45, maybe a hair over (in a 40 zone), and the car behind me flashed his high beams because, apparently, even though I was passing a car at the time and driving over the speed limit, I just wasn’t going fast enough for him.
But it’s not just the tailgaters … there are those that drive so slow as to make me understand why the speedfreaks might be so ornery … the slowpokes, the timid drivers … they drive well under the speed limit (30 in a 45 zone? is that really necessary?); they tap their brakes whenever a car is coming in the other direction …
For the last few weeks, it seems as if I’m constantly either behind a car that’s going 10 mph under the speed limit or in front of a car that wants to be going 10 or 20 mph over the speed limit – what ever happened to just driving the posted limit or at least fairly close, one way or the other?
Next time on “I am a Cranky Old Man”: “When I was a kid …”