The scene of the accident was just outside our window. The driver hit a parked truck. The point of impact was half a block uphill from a stop sign. 7:30 am. Perfect visibility. Very wide street (about three lanes wide). The speed limit is 30 mph. Something must have distracted the driver. Cell phone? Even so, how did he achieve enough speed to flip his car in half a block, uphill, in a modest american sedan? Glad to report that he is ok, but in times like this I can’t help but place me on my bicycle where the parked truck took the hit.
Nothing says grumpy old man more clearly than someone complaining about how fast people drive down their residential street. Today I am that grumpy old man. Lacey backs out of our drive every morning. We just agreed to stop waving goodbye so that Lacey isn’t distracted as she enters the superhighway that is our residential street.
My sister was in a car crash almost three years ago. Best guess is that she went over the centerline while entering a major roadway after leaving her local street. She hit a semitruck head on. The truck driver was uninjured. My sister died at the scene.
Please, only drive when you drive. Put down your phone. Drink coffee at home. I don’t care if you say you go the speed limit. Go slower. The speed limit is an upper limit, and the actual upper limit is the lower of the posted limit and the speed that is safe under the circumstances. You are free to go slower. This grumpy old man is surprised that the upper speed limit in front of his house is 30. The upper speed limit on residential roads in Omaha is 25. That feels better. Heard of the slow food movement? Start a slow driving movement. Better yet, pedal. Carefully.