First off, let me preface this post by saying that it is not a veiled announcement that I have obtained another speeding ticket.
I am happy to announce that I have driven for more than an hour since arriving in Alabama this afternoon, and have avoided any semblance of speeding tickets.
I did find the speedometer creeping up to 83 mph (the cursed speed from last year's speeding ticket on a Mississippi highway) again as I and my souped-up rental [that I got for having to wait a very long time in the rental car office] made our journey.
as we were driving along listening to country music I came to a realization:
The problem with the roads here is that there aren't enough cars.
How in the world can you tell how fast you're going without other cars?
My driving-in-the-South style is becoming one of habitual fear -- one eye on the road and one eye on the speedometer.
I know that this somehow ties in with the conflict between legalism and the law of liberty, and with a conversation I had on a plane today with a guy named Eddie (more on Eddie later; he said he was going to tell his grandchildren about me, and I told him that I would put him in my novel) about what our good deeds do for us.
For now, though, I ask again:
How in the world can you tell how fast you're going without other cars???