I Drive The Speed Limit On North 19th And I Am Not Sorry
The speed limit on North 19th Avenue is 35 miles per hour. I know this because I read the sign. It is a white sign with black numbers. It is not ambiguous. It does not say “35 or whatever feels right.” It says 35.
I drive 35.
Every single day, someone in a truck that costs more than my house rides my bumper like we’re in a draft at Talladega. They flash their lights. They swerve. They make a face I can see clearly in my rearview mirror because they are that close. Then they pass me, accelerate to what I estimate is 50, and arrive at the next red light four seconds before I do.