With the cooler weather, Jim and I have been walking a bit in the evening. Yes, it’s a gravel road, but by the time we get out there, most everybody’s home. Less traffic means less dust.
The other evening–maybe Monday–a new sight astonished us. Speed limit signs. Someone had planted A 35 MPH sign at the corner of our gravel road–running north and south–and the chip-and-seal road– running east and west.
Well, we said to each other, people drive 50 or 60 MPH on that nice chip-and-seal. Sort of dangerous when a car is coming the other way. Can’t always see them over the hill. Although neither of us could imagine driving a mere 35.
But as we turned to head home, we noticed a speed limit sign on OUR gravel road.
We thought about it for a bit, the question being, why 40 MPH on gravel with its potholes and skid-promoting surface, but 35 on smooth, easy to drive chip-and-seal?
The wisdom of the country commissioners? Asked tongue in cheek …
Now here’s the next question. Who will enforce these speed limits? In almost 20 years here, I’ve never seen a police car lurking to ticket miscreants on our country roads.
Oh and that beagle in the middle of the road? Not my dog. He’s one of three following us when we go for walks.