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Speeding-Just Don’t


Let’s talk about speed limits shall we? Speed limits are great! They keep us safe on the roads and ensure that none of us are driving like they do in the Fast and Furious movies. I mean I’ve never seen those movies; I’m just making this assumption by the name. They are in place to keep everyone—both drivers and pedestrians—safe on the roads. And you know what the best part about speed limits are? That people respect them and follow them, without hesitation.
Oh who am I kidding? Sometimes I feel like I am the only person who actually follows the speed limit. I mean, don’t get me wrong, sometimes I find the speed limits on certain roads are way too slow. The subdivision I live in is on FM 518 in Friendswood and that road has a speed limit of 45 miles per hour. The other thing about that road is that it’s quite big and often empty. This makes it difficult for me to stick to the 45 mile per hour limit, and I often find my speed gauge hitting 50. But the thing is—as soon as I see this speed rising—I will make sure to lower my speed, because it’s the speed limit and it’s the law to follow it! Most people out there are not the type to break the law. And yet I see people every day—as I drive to and from work—breaking the speed limit law.
Now, the thing about is, I always prefer driving on the right side of the road. It’s common knowledge that the right side of the road is for those drivers who are slower and the left or middle side of the roads are for those drivers who are slightly faster. But sometimes it feels as if “slow driving”, for some drivers, means driving the speed limit. I mean there I’ll be driving along—AT THE SPEED LIMIT—listening to music and someone in their car will drive right up behind my car. I believe the correct term for their action is tailing. This person will basically ride on my bumper for a few minutes before speeding around me and then cutting me off. And I cannot explain how much that irks me. Sometimes it irritates me so much, that I’ll scream at them—even though I know full well they cannot hear me. I’m normally a very nice and polite person but driving clearly brings out my bad side. But the funny thing is that, after someone cuts me off and I’ve been angry, I’ll then sit back and think to myself “calm down Trishna, don’t let one bad driver ruin your mood.”
I assume you can hear the passion in my voice as you read this. And that’s because this isn’t a one-time deal; it happens EVERY TIME I DRIVE. But what’s worse than speeding in normal circumstances, is speeding in a school zone. The road I travel on, on my way to and from work, takes me past several school zones. Fortunately, in the morning, the school zones have finished because I leave after school time. In the afternoon, however, I drive in peak school time, so I am bound to get caught in school zones. Do I like driving at 20 miles per hour? No. In fact, I don’t know anyone who does. But do I do it without complaint? Yes. It is a matter of keeping the children who go to these schools safe. As a person studying Early Childhood Education, who also has several young cousins who are extremely important to me, the safety of children is of utmost importance to me. So when I see people barreling down a school zone road at 50 miles per hour, when the light clearly says 20 miles per hour, it irks me more than when people speed in normal speed zones.
Because speeding—in any location—is one of the most inconsiderate things a person can do. It is about keeping the other people on the roads safe. If you are on a deserted road, in the middle of Antarctica, then speed away. But if you are anywhere with other cars—slow down! And what does speeding do, really? You get to your destination five minutes ahead of schedule? Is that worth the risk of possibly harming yourself or another person? The answer should be obvious.
Now, we all speed at times. Sometimes you don’t realize how fast you are going. But once you do realize, slow down. It’s better to arrive late than not arrive at all.

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