Speed limits

Most people don't understand speed limits. They think that the number on the sign, plus ten or fifteen, is the speed limit. The number on the sign is some relic from the seventies based on physics and stuff that makes no sense. The truth is that the speed limit is individual.

I always follow the speed limit
But the speed limit is not always what the cops think it is, or anyone else for that matter. My car is not like other cars. The extra sticky tires have a short lifespan, but bite into the road better than any other road car out there, and the suspension keeps it firmly stuck to the road.

I'm a race-trained driver, too. Most people never take their cars over, what? 90 miles per hour if they're feeling excited or they're particularly in a hurry. Me, I've driven that car at a hundred and sixty down a straight, braking smoothly into a corner as the weight shifts forwards to ensure maximal grip around the curve. Those ridiculous regulations from the seventies about reaction times and junk don't apply to me, because I'm not some soccer mom chatting away on her cell phone while a trio of kids scream about god knows what.

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Yes, so maybe I was doing around double what was written on the sign. Do you know how much time my car has spent at those triple digit speeds? It's probably more time than you've ever driven. The police won't listen, but I'm a computer genius and so it doesn't matter. I have more detection equipment than they know and I've never been caught because I always know about them before they know about me.

They wanted me in jail for the crash, but I was following the true speed limit. Not the silly number on their oversized signs, but the natural limit of the road and the car and the driver, all working in tandem. The prosecutor and the cop actually thought they knew better than me, just because I slipped off the road once, one day.

Then again, that's why there are blogs and not just court records.