Traffic lights

We have a major cross-town 6-lane surface street that has a 35 mph speed limit. To make progress easier, it has synchronized traffic lights so that it is possible to hit all green lights. However, you won't hit all green if you go 35 mph. The lights are synchronized for 40 mph! Our city traffic department knows its drivers.

Our lights are synchronized too, you stop at all of them.
 
We have a major cross-town 6-lane surface street that has a 35 mph speed limit. To make progress easier, it has synchronized traffic lights so that it is possible to hit all green lights. However, you won't hit all green if you go 35 mph. The lights are synchronized for 40 mph! Our city traffic department knows its drivers.

Would that be the 380, by any chance?
 
A Nissan truck in high school? Wow. Yo Donald Trump.

I had to take the bus all the way until I was a sophomore in College.

I lived twelve miles out of town, so no buses. I drove this '72 bug piece of junk until I wrapped it around a tree.

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Intensive care for 10 days, hospital three weeks.

I worked summers for my father who was a crop duster. I mixed chemical loads and loaded/gassed the plane. Long hours dawn to dusk.

I earned a 1983 Nissan truck- 2 wd, 5 spd, straight 4 cylinder engine, everything manual. It would top out at 80 mph with a tail wind and get 28 mpg running wide open. Two plugs per cylinder-I understand it was a timed firing to burn exhaust gas before it was exhausted.

It was a good little truck for a kid but it wouldn't haul any weight and had no power. I put a CD player and speakers in it. The AM/FM just wouldn't do. Memories...

It looked something like this truck but it had pin stripes and no rust. It wasn't much but I liked it. Although, not exactly Trumpesque. ;)

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Many years ago my Pastor, Floyd and I were going deer hunting. It was early AM and heading up into the high Sierras on a state hi way. A car came up behind us and started flashing his lights up and down wanting to pas. I was doing about 50 MPH. The next wide place I pulled over to the right. The guy passed me going much faster. I said Hurry on brother, Hell isn't half full yet. I thought Floyd would die laughing.
 
Driving south on I79 once (Pa or WVa) I had that guy zigging and zagging behind me. I was in left lane but could only go as fast as the guy ahead of me. I eventually made my way back to right lane doing 10 mph over the limit. Guy flies past me with his hand out the window and middle finger up. I see him get off 2 exits up. So I announce that I have to pee and get off too. Now I’m right behind him at bottom of ramp. I follow him into gas station and pull up to pump next to him. Ratty looking 20 something punk. Had a girl with him I didn’t even see. He sees me looking at him and says what’s up. I said I’m going break that skinny little arm of yours for flipping me off. When I got out he couldn’t apologize fast enough. While I had no intention of kicking his A** he didn’t know that. I told him to be careful because you don’t know who you’re messing with when you do that. Not to mention driving like an idiot can hurt somebody. When I got back in our car my wife asked why I would go out of my way to do that. I said humiliating him in front of his girlfriend will be a good lesson for him. She said I doubt it and rolled her eyes at me.


IDK maybe I just had that kind of life. But what happens when you get out of your car and start running your mouth and he gets out of his car with a gun in his hand? Because that's a thing that happens.

I don't trifle with people I don't know. I don't trifle with people I do know either..
 
When I was getting ready to PCS from Germany I had to drive from Werthiem to Wurzburg to turn in some of my clearing paperwork. I was the Platoon Sergeant's driver so he let me take his Humvee. I was driving down the Autobahn doing 65 mph and that Humvee was rattling like it was going to fall apart.

I looked to my left and there was a little German grandma in a blaze orange VW Bug passing me like I wasn't moving.

It was the most humiliating moment in my life
 
The zig zaggers are a statistic waiting to happen. I stay away from them whenever possible. Slow drivers in the right lane aid and abet them.

John

Don't you mean the left lane? Those who are in the left lane, going well under the speed limit, bouncing from lane edge to lane edge (or more) while paying more attention to the phone than the road conditions are some of the biggest hazards out there. Yes I will pass them on the right.


Oh, it is amazing how well the modern diesel can accelerate an 8000# truck.
 
Would that be the 380, by any chance?

Here's a digression into speech patterns. It's interesting that you referred to US Highway 380 as "the 380". I've never heard a Texan refer to a highway or an interstate as "the". As I understand it, that practice started with Los Angeles TV newscasts some time in the 1970s, and caught on with the Southern California general public. I didn't know it had spread to Las Vegas! BTW, I am a native Californian, and before moving to Texas at age 27 in 1971, I never heard highways prefixed with "the" in California, either. There's nothing wrong with that, it's just interesting how a seemingly minor change in a speech pattern by a newscaster can create a regional dialect.
 
He doesn't know I'm experiencing the "zoom factor" when passing him.
This is a psychological phenomenon described in a Car & Driver magazine decades ago.

The guy who consistently drives 5 mph under the limit on a 2-lane will never know how good this feels.

Au contraire mon frère.

As an old geezer that drives at or below the speed limit most of the time, I have experienced the highest degree of "zoom factor" many many more times than the vast majority of drivers.

It has been years, but I once was an accomplished F1 motorcycle racer. There are not many experiences that can replicate the "zoom factor" of a factory prepped VF1000F superbike in the middle of a pack at 160 mph.

Been there, done that - for real.
 
As an aside; coming off the high side at over 100 mph is an easily survivable embarassment on the track, not so much on the public roadways.

I've done both, hence the absence of scooters in my now zoom-free life.
 
Even in rush hour, I kind of have the road to myself. I just drive the speed limit while everyone else is zooming past. There is usually about 150 yards of empty lane ahead of me.
 
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