I doubt anyone is driving slow just to fuck with me. A stranger in another car. You know?
I’ll add to this that a lot of people are walking around with this fiction in their head about ‘good drivers’. In reality, driving is a skill and not everyone can be good at it. We really don’t want people like that driving fast, and maybe not as fast as everyone else at that.
So, I see someone driving slow and I honestly think “maybe this is the best they can do knowing that it would be dangerous to go faster, beyond what their reflexes can handle.”
Thank you! I honestly get pretty anxious, especially in my dingy little car, going the speed limit.
Completely agree around the “good drivers” fallacy. We’re all human - emotional, tired, thinking about other things.
And the risk and consequences of a crash increase disproportionately with speed while the time gain has diminishing returns. So I’m happy getting there 5 mins later after 2 h of driving safely and calmly
I’ve been taking the bus to work some days and the emotional difference between riding bumpers for 30 minutes and being on the bus listening to tunes and reading for 50 is noticeable. I miss the bus on days when I take the car in.
I’ll add to this that a lot of people are walking around with this fiction in their head about ‘good drivers’. In reality, driving is a skill and not everyone can be good at it. We really don’t want people like that driving fast, and maybe not as fast as everyone else at that.
So, I see someone driving slow and I honestly think “maybe this is the best they can do knowing that it would be dangerous to go faster, beyond what their reflexes can handle.”
Thank you! I honestly get pretty anxious, especially in my dingy little car, going the speed limit.
Completely agree around the “good drivers” fallacy. We’re all human - emotional, tired, thinking about other things.
And the risk and consequences of a crash increase disproportionately with speed while the time gain has diminishing returns. So I’m happy getting there 5 mins later after 2 h of driving safely and calmly
I’ve been taking the bus to work some days and the emotional difference between riding bumpers for 30 minutes and being on the bus listening to tunes and reading for 50 is noticeable. I miss the bus on days when I take the car in.