Around here, it’s 80 kilometres per hour (50 mph) on the secondary highways and 50 or 60 in town. In the 20 years that Jody and I drove to London for work, I varied from 85 to 90 on the 80 kph road, usually while being tailgated.
Last week, I decided to drive the speed limit, whatever it was. It just felt right to do that, “appropriate”. It allows me to flow, to feel Hugo moving smoothly up the road. It allows for a big space in front of me, and a feeling of “spaciousness” within. Someone has said that this is the maximum speed, and I’m going with it. Not to be right and make someone else wrong. Not to get people to slow down in life. Just because it feels good.
Lots of people don’t like my new plan. Many crowd my back bumper. Some jerk to the left to see if there’s room to pass. But happily, other folks just hang back at a respectful distance. Maybe there’re lots of us who want to take it down a notch or two, who’d like to glance at the cows in the field, or at a particularly symmetrical tree.
I will continue my experiment – tomorrow, and especially in a week’s time, when I’ll take a leisurely day-and-a-half to get from home to Barre, Massachusetts. May many congenial souls float along with me.