When I was in my thirties I met a Woman that had as much Spunk as myself. At thirty I played Basketball with Teenagers and walked for miles. This Woman was one Hundred and six years old yet she was spray and Energetic. I asked her what was her secret, in one word she answered, Moderation. From then on I was on my way to living well. Before I met her I was compulsively Excessive in everything I did including Spending. One Night I was Traveling I-74, twelve O’clock at Night on this Desolate Road. The Temptation to pop the Lifters on a Motor with only nine thousand on the Odometer overcame me. So here I was Transmission downshifting at 100 when I passed a Cop sitting in the Dark waiting for me, Radar Gun going off the Megahertz.
The Lifters were already wide open, so punching it took me to 125 in three seconds. That gave me enough time to make it to my Exit before he shifted from park. That is what a twenty one years old Compulsive Excessive does, thinking that he was better than Mario Andretti. When I parked the Car I promised myself that this would never happen again, knowing that if I was Apprehended I would have been Arrested and probably lost my License. Furthermore if I hit a Pothole I would have been Airborne. Very few of us are able to make adjustments in our Destructive Patterns of Living, so in the end it kills us or someone else. The other Day on my thirty five miles Commute at two P.M. in the Afternoon, I noticed this Car working the Traffic aggressively.
At the Stoplight I glanced in the Car to see a Man of my Age looking Smug, as if to saying, I got this. Then the old Adage popped in my Head, “you can’t teach an old Dog new tricks”, especially if he was too stupid to learn when he was young, as I did at twenty one eluding Cops. I fully understand that when you are young you can be Dumb and full of yourself. It has always been my Desire to get better with Age in whatever I did in Life, including Driving. So why is it that everyday I am out here Driving I feel like the One Eyed Man in the Land of the Blind. Eighteen to Eighty they all drive the same, with Reckless Abandon, behind the Wheel they act like a four year old in a Candy Factory, they eat themselves sick with their craving for speed.
One year Statestics for my Geographic Location amounted to thirty seven Million Accidents with Astronomical Fatalities. Those Fatalities include Pedestrians Bicyclists and People on Motorized Wheelchair. I watch the Morning News and every single Day there are numerous Rush Hour Crashes, some with Fatalities. I will forever be citing Albert Einstein’s definition of a Fool, my Interpretation, Driving the same way for twenty five years, each time expecting different Results. It is what it is, your Driving Facilitates thirty seven Million Crashes. Watching Greyhound Racing have thought me that a Dog haven’t been born yet who caught the Rabbit, they are usually lined up chasing the Rabbit. It’s a darn shame that Speedsters never realized til l it’s too late that there has to be a Rabbit.
Going home twelve at Night I am always Clocking minimum of ten miles over the speed Limit. Yet it never fails there is always someone wanting to travel with me or pass me. When that happens I let them be the Rabbit, they shield me from the Radar Gun and I follow five carlengths behind them. It would be Idiotic for me to maintain my speed, that amounts to Racing. Something I never do even tho I can prompt my Car to do 175, with no stress on the Motor. This is what happens when you Mellow with Age. At twenty one if I had a Car that did 175 I probably wouldn’t be here to tell Speed Demons that Speed Kills. A Friend of mine who is Highly Educated, yet he Drove like an Idiot all his Life. He always Drove like he had a Point to prove.
Every time he got behind the Wheel all his Intelligence flew out the Window and up pops the little Macho Devil. Over the years this Guy have Smashed the best Cars made, from BMWs on down. I think a minimum of five bad Wrecks is a conservative number. Yet one bad Accident after another all having to do with excessive speed, didn’t tell him anything, Harry was always the Rabbit. His last Accident was survived only by the Hand of God, broken Neck in two places, broken Spleen, broken Pelvis and leg. They had to Extricate him from the Vehicle the way an Archeologist dig to recover aged Artifacts. The outcome, four years of Therapy, loads of Oxi and a Revoked Licenses.
When talking about the Accident he never mentioned the other Vehicle or Vehicles involved or whether anyone Died. However Silence have always spoken Loudly in my Book. States are also Negligible for keeping Drivers like that on the Road. Now Harry is a Recluse popping Oxis all Day Long, basically Living to Die. That’s not me, I plan to live out my Life with a Bang. I plan to spend many Hours on the Ocean drinking Beer, catching Fish for my Dinner and writing Blogs. I will not allow people like Harry to disrupt my plans for living it up till my last Breath is drawn. That’s why each Day I am out there with Kamakizi Drivers I Drive like a Jedi Pilot in a Meteor Storm. I hope you Guys understand that I write about whatever that is on my Mind, but I will never stop beating my Gums about the way you Drive. In hope to save just one Life. Incidentally there is a Star on my Drivers License indicating that I am a Safe Driver, what’s on yours?.