In the shower the other morning I heard yet another radio advert telling me speeding injures and kills. Speed does not kill. bad driving does. That feels better, and don't worry, I'm not going to bang on about it all again but it did get me thinking about something else.
A mate of mine was complaining in the pub about how he was caught doing 114km/h and copped a fine and that all police these days were mere revenue gatherers. I piped up and asked him what the speed limit was where he got caught. He replied it was 100km/h. Then I told him to stop whingeing and, if he knew what the limit was and what the fine for exceeding it was, why the hell did he break it. He rounded on me: "You're always going flat-chat and complaining about hidden radars and stuff." Too right I bang on about the sneaky way traffic cops work. It's underhand and devious. They'd be far better off putting up a sign telling drivers there's hidden radar up ahead. This way they wouldn't have to put one in the bushes, as the thought of one lurking some-where would be enough to slow drivers down. And, yes, I do drive flat out everywhere, right on the limit. In fact, I've been pulled over for going through a series of bends (under complete control, I might add) too fast, but I didn't break the law.
