REST STOP AMERICA 0R PIT STOP

Rest stop America doesn’t get much better than Idaho.

With a speed limit of 80 mph, and regular traffic at 90, getting off the road is a relief in more ways than one.

Or two.

I’m shocked to see who I share the road with.

Old people, lots of old people.

The old folks are out in big numbers hammering down the highway.

Watching them walk across the parking lot causes me to wonder about their reaction time at 90.

90 mph, not 90 years old.

High speed creates a comfort zone.

One minute you’re doing 80, it creeps up to 90, then a downhill run hits 100.

And it feels normal, like no big deal.

But it’s shocking to those who lived through the fad of driving fifty-five.

Shocking? Yeah, shocking.

Like the way professional football players run down the field and get knocked over and slide, and keep sliding.

The same with NASCAR and Indy Car and F1 crashes.

Once they cartwheel they keep spinning longer and longer.

That’s what speed does.

With the picture of rest stop America firmly in place my driving strategy is to find a lull in traffic and stay away from fast cars changing lanes.

What does that mean? Find my comfort zone.

The sweet spot:

What’s your plan?