The freeways are filled with speedy drivers. They pass one another, swerve in and out of traffic. They sometimes tailgate, honk, cut in in front of you. Or, in other words they appear to be impatient.
That is one of the reasons that I avoid the interstate highway. The frontage road is okay by me. I am not a little old lady driver, I’m just in no hurry to get somewhere. Unless it’s a trip to the hospital emergency room, in which case I sometimes beat the ambulance.
A few years back I was driving an older van that had a wobble in the front end. We had gotten some opinions on what was wrong and got several ideas of what to expect. It all went from bad to extremely bad. I was on one of the state roads in our town – not the main drag by the way. As I was driving along, a police officer pulled in behind me. I did not have to worry about a speeding ticket as I was going only 30 in a 55 mph zone. The officer came off of a crossroad. he followed for a while then put his lights on. There was no other traffic and I wondered what the matter was. When he walked up to the window he asked if I knew that I was going only 30 in a 55 zone. When I told him yes, he asked me why.
We had been told that a tire rod could be going out on the van and we didn’t have the money, yet, to fix it. We had also been told that part of the suspension was fixing to give way. When I told him about what we had been told, he said that is logical and safer to drive slower. He still ran the plate and the insurance, oh well. When he was done, he said that we were free to go, and he hoped that we would get home safely. I carried tracts with me then to witness about Jesus, so I handed him one. When he read it, he burst out laughing. The tract was designed to look like a free ticket. He got a ticket, I didn’t, plus I gave him something to cheer up about. We later found out that the wobble in the van was from a tire that had gone out of round, still possibly a bad thing, but easily fixed even with limited money.