On my trips on the #1 highway west to Moose Jaw there is a construction zone where the Regina Bypass is going up. There are signs everywhere letting you know to slow down to 60 kms/hr while going through the zone. At one point, the highway is marked, merging traffic into a single lane. While doing 60 clicks in that single lane, I’ve had vehicles ride my bumper with only a few feet to spare. It’s like the drivers were trying to get me to speed up. Sorry pal, the speed limit is 60, and as long as I’m the leader in this line, that’s as fast as we’re going to go. The minute we’re back to two lanes, everyone goes around me and speeds away, even though we’re still in a 60 zone.
Friday afternoon we went to pick up our granddaughters to take them out to Craven for an Easter meal with the in-laws. To pick them up I travel north on Broad St. through a school zone that is clearly marked with photo radar. Apparently that’s not a clear enough message for some people. While I’m driving through that zone doing the speed limit, people are passing me like I’m standing still. They must figure that because it’s a holiday, the speed limit doesn’t matter. The city must make a small fortune on that short stretch of road.
Listen, I hate getting behind a slowpoke on the road as much as the next guy, however if the driver in front of me is doing the posted speed limit, I don’t consider that driver a slowpoke.
Here’s hoping every driver that pulled out and sped around me in those areas finds a nice fat speeding ticket in the mail in the very near future.