I was making a quick trip to Asheville last weekend, up on Friday night, back on Saturday afternoon. It had been a while, though I made the journey several times over the last couple of years.
This one was particularly brutal, mainly because of a steady and hard downpour -- both ways.
But it didn't help that, going the speed limit, I was passed time and again by people who were easily over that limit by 10 or 15 miles an hour, at least. And this was in the rain! It was absolutely amazing. Visibility was bad, and there's no time worse than on a dark night in the rain.
I don't get it. Let's say you're 10 miles over the limit, over a distance of 200 miles. You're going to save a matter of minutes in the course of the trip, but you are ramping up the chance of an accident. It's not worth it.
On this weekend, there were far more people passing me than not passing me. I admit, I'm kidded by some of my friends as being overly cautious, and it may be that someone who's creeping along an interstate highway at 15 miles under the limit, as some people do (not I), is indeed a hazard to others. But there aren't that many of them. Not compared with the amateur NASCAR types out there.
Slow it down. For your own sakes, and for mine.