No, this isn’t a metaphor for our harried lives we live.
I seriously want folks to slow the f*** down when they are driving! Especially in my neighborhood. And yours too.
I will be the first to admit to driving while distracted. I don’t always obey the speed limit, on the freeway that is. And as much as it kills me to see people texting and driving, I have sometimes been distracted while trying to navigate or make a phone call while driving.
Usually one of the kids will call me out and say, “mom, put down the phone!” And then I tell them I don’t know where I’m going and I need to navigate. So then I pull over and do a better job of finding our way for all of us involved.
But, and I’m pretty adamant about this- I always obey the speed limit in my neighborhood. Always.
Not everyone does. But don’t assume it’s any one particular kind of driver.
It’s the teen driver with the new license, yes. But it’s the moms too, heading off to soccer with their kids, or late to a meeting. And the dads leaving for work or the dads driving the kids to school.
In the last 6 months, a mailbox bay has been flattened to the ground- TWICE by an unidentified driver(s). And my neighbor’s car was totalled in an intersection, when although he yielded, a driver (teen by the way) came out of nowhere, plowed into him so much so that his car spun 360 degrees.
I’m going to go out on a limb and say they weren’t going 25 mph.
What really gets me is when one hand is on the wheel and one hand has their phone to their head. Or a coffee cup in their hand.
Here’s the thing. Of all the places of an accident happening and having the most dire consequences, I think of my neighborhood as sacred. I know the people who live there. They know me. There’s dogs, and children, old people taking a stroll.
I tell Owen every time he heads out the door to walk to his friend’s house- watch for cars, stop and look before you go. We live at a Y where cars come bombing around the corner sometimes. I’m always amazed at what people think is okay to drive where families push their strollers and kids are riding on training wheels.
If I see someone driving fast, I will yell ‘slow down’, or signal to them to ease up. One time Owen told the friend he played with, “My mom always says your mom drives too fast in our neighborhood.” I felt mortified, but then kind of relieved. Leave it to a kid to be brutally honest. And maybe she heard him say this and was embarrassed too. I have noticed she doesn’t seem to zip around in her Prius as much anymore.
Even when a school bus is stopping with it’s lights just flashing yellow, someone will try and zip away so they don’t get stuck behind the red lights to stop. That’s a certain kind of low in my book.
I think we need a wake-up call before something horrible happens. I think we need to call each other out on our actions out of respect and concern. I think we need to make a concerted effort ourselves and share with our neighbors.
So I’m trying not to be preachy. I’m not wanting to micro-manage people’s driving. BUT, please think of your speed when you’re in a neighborhood. Whether it’s yours or someone else. There’s a reason it’s a 25 mph speed limit.
Slow down, take a breath, keep your eyes up. Thanks.