Here's the Scoop: November 2, 2011
What’s the hurry? Apparently, nothing
Slow down. Enjoy life. These seem like words of wisdom — unless taken to extreme.
I’m sure that “Sunday drivers” have existed as long as vehicles have been driven. Before that, these “people of leisure” probably spent lots of time clogging walking paths.
In many ways, I admire folks who have the ability to enjoy life at their own pace. On the other hand, these people can be more than a little annoying to those of us who have places to go, people to see and things to do — on a tight schedule.
At first, I thought that my constantly getting behind slow-moving traffic was just a series of isolated incidents — that just happened a lot. A streak of bad luck, if you will. That theory appears to be wrong. I think we’re approaching the epidemic phase of slow drivers.
Now, I’m not pushing folks to break the speed limit. It’s just that, well, maybe some drivers may want to consider adding just a couple of miles-per-hour to your average — for the good of the world.
Feeling a bit rushed
It could be my high caffeine intake. Or, perhaps I am always worried about being late. I guess it could be the fact that I’m not really known for my extraordinary patience, but it seems like every time that I drive lately, there’s someone in front of me driving impossibly, painfully (for those trailing), slowly.
I suppose this type of crawling-motion driving is great for enhancing gas mileage. On the other hand, it can be more than slightly annoying to those of us who actually have destinations — places we’d like to reach in a sensible amount of time.
It’s possible that I’m sounding a bit unreasonable. It would not be the first time for such an accusation. But, in my defense, this slow-driving craze is causing plenty of anxiety for me.
Because I spend so much time lately waiting for drivers to put along at an impossibly pokey pace, I have wondered if maybe these folks have the right theory. Maybe I’m just too eager to reach places? Perhaps I am the one who should be slowing down, driving at a frightfully creaky pace — saving gas and lowering my stress level?
Who am I kidding? Remember, I have places to go. People to see. Things to do. Even if I didn’t have time-constraints to deal with, I still prefer setting a pace that’s a bit more brisk than many of the folks who lately seem to have no concept of time — particularly mine!
Deep down, I probably secretly envy this slew of slow drivers. They seem to march to their own drummer — at a very slow beat…in the slow lane.
— Brian Sweeney