I remember the day I first discovered the wonders of driving slow. I was driving home from a graduation photo shoot, feeling somewhat sick, and wishing there was a way to drink my half-finished dr. pepper without veering off the road. And then it struck me: drive 45 mph instead of 60 mph.
I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed puttsing around on those country roads, sipping my dr. pepper and feeling as though nothing in the world can harm me.
Back then I only drove slow when there was no one behind me and I had no passengers. I didn’t want to annoy anyone. But the more I do it, the more I love it, and, consequently, the more I feel I annoy people. But I still do it. I still drive five to ten miles under the speed limit instead of five to ten miles over.
Well, several reasons, actually.
- I don’t view driving as a roller coaster ride. I’m not getting thrills out of it. To me, driving is like a beautiful stroll in the park. A quiet, leisurely sort of fun.
- I have always been insecure about my driving skills. I weave around when I’m fiddling with the radio, don’t notice motorcycles, and absentmindedly pass Old Order buggies when I can’t see very far over the hill. Mostly, I daydream like crazy and space out. Driving slow is my way of combating this. The more tired and spacey I am, the slower I drive.
- I like the idea of saving on gas money.
Legitimate reasons, right? I mean, if you bump into a tree while strolling through the park you aren’t going to get hurt as bad as if you bump into a tree while running full speed. But unfortunately it’s not all about me. There are those poor people who end up stuck behind me. And Virginia is not like Oregon or Colorado. You can’t just pass people all the time, because there is always a hill or a turn you can’t see beyond.
Then I go on facebook, and hear people rant about slow drivers. Sigh.
So what I’m wondering is this: how rude is it to drive slow? What are your opinion? And am I the only person under 70 who enjoys driving slow?