In TitleTown, FL (Gville, Fl for the non-college-sports fans), I've commonly observed people going 60+ on one large road with a speed limit of 45. However, the other day, on my way to graduation, I was late. A fat lady on a bicycle (I don't mean to be rude, but the lady was extremely obese.) was riding in the middle of the road at a speed just high enough to keep her moving forwards. 2 lane road, no other cars around, so she didn't bother to get out of my way, and it was a construction area so I couldn't pass her. I was mad.
My dad's speedometer reads 3 mph fast, when it reads. It jumps around, over a 15 mph range, usually. And he drives about 5 under. So he's usually going 5-10 under. He gets mad at people who actually drive the limit.
But I'llnever forget the time when I was learning to drive....we were taking a new route home from a visit to my grandmother's house, and I was instructed to follow my aunt. Well,it's a 35mph small country road, and my aunt was going 70. No joke at all, I litereally had to go 75 to catch up to her. My dad was yelling at me because I was going the speed limit. Oh that was so funny. And at my graduation party thing the other night, that aunt gave me a microwave. Wierd family stories to tell.
My dad's speedometer reads 3 mph fast, when it reads. It jumps around, over a 15 mph range, usually. And he drives about 5 under. So he's usually going 5-10 under. He gets mad at people who actually drive the limit.
But I'llnever forget the time when I was learning to drive....we were taking a new route home from a visit to my grandmother's house, and I was instructed to follow my aunt. Well,it's a 35mph small country road, and my aunt was going 70. No joke at all, I litereally had to go 75 to catch up to her. My dad was yelling at me because I was going the speed limit. Oh that was so funny. And at my graduation party thing the other night, that aunt gave me a microwave. Wierd family stories to tell.