Driving and Praying

I told my wife the other night that I was starting to wonder if I was a bad driver. Now I said not really believing it but when driving in Bangor I have to say that it is getting scary.

In just the last few days I saw a car going on 14th street going at least 55. Saturday evening my wife and I on our way to the Cheap Seats were passed on Odlin Road right on the corner by the beginning of the runways. Returning we were passed on Hammond Street where it passes over I 95. In call cases I am driving the speed limit which here in town is 25. I am not sure what people are thinking.

Five people died in Maine this past weekend in car accidents. Why are we so shortsighted. Why do we not realize that there is no coming back from a car accident that kills someone. If one does the math on what is saved by passing even on the highway they need to measure those 10 minutes they might save in an hour against the risk to life and limb. The measurements in town, with traffic lights and hopefully some sense of carefulness is even less.

I was a young man once. I remember how a car becomes an extension of yourself and how someone driving slow when you feel in a hurry, or you feel exuberant, or you feel upset. In short there are a million reasons to drive foolishly, none of them however are valid in the face of the one reason not to. Death. As I tell my son that is why they are called accidents.

Drive safe.