| Ed Horch: Completely Nonymous The 55 experiment |
Let me say this up front: I will never, ever, ever advocate for a return to the 55mph national speed limit. It was stupid the first time. It was the most widely ignored law since Prohibition, created a nation of scofflaws, and spawned an entire industry of products whose sole intent was to aid lawbreakers. The fuel savings were minimal, and "55 Saves Lives" was completely debunked. Never again.
And just let me add, having grown up and learned to drive in Jersey, that it is MUCH easier to stick to 55 in the traffic and (relatively) short driving distances than in the WIDE open west where there's a whole lotta nothing to speed past to get to where you really want to go.
At any rate, good luck on the experiment and keep us posted on how it works out. I'm curious myself. I learned to drive in the midwest during the 55 years. We lived in Minneapolis and regularly drove to Des Moines to visit relatives. Going past the cornfields at 55 was torture, but they really enforced 55--my mom once got a ticket for 57 in the middle of nowhere, because they knew she wouldn't drive 150 miles to come to court to fight it.
It would have at least been more interesting to drive on the dirt roads that paralleled I-35 back in those days.
I tried going 65 on I-25 a few weeks ago, the speed limit is 75 but everyone goes 80 or more. I nearly caused accidents and got ran over. It did save gas so I'll do it on other highways, but never on I-25. I like being alive.
I was thinking about you when I was considering doing this, because Wyoming, Montana and Nevada were the most rebellious of the states when the NMSL was in effect.
Driving ten under makes me feel like a grandpa. Driving twenty under would make me feel like pavement. NJ was the second to last state (Hawaii was last) to raise the speed limit. When they raised it from 55 to 65, average speeds went up about 4mph.
a 40-mile 287 and Garden State Parkway commute to work
You have just described my vision of Hell. I hate the drive, but it's to a good job that pays well, with a private window office and a door that closes, and two days a week my commute is less than twenty steps to my home office.
My vision of hell is commuting to Manhattan. There's no job I could do there that pays what it would take to get me to go there. The speed limit in Michigan seems to be "as fast as you friggin' want" - at least on the highways. Watch out for those bumps and potholes, though. I guess it makes sense to allow fast driving since it's inevitable that you'll be forced down to 30 at some point (as the saying goes, "winter and construction"). If you drive 75-80 in the first or second lane, expect to be tailgated.
I've adjusted and it's sort of nice, but when I drive in different states, it takes me a while to downshift.
Someone once told me that the time difference between staying in the right lane and putting the petal to the metal is insignificant (at least for relatively short trips), with the added benefit of less stress. Although this is perfectly reasonable, I could never make it work. After about 5 minutes in the right lane, I start to get jumpy. Maybe it's just "Jersey jitters", but the thought that I could be completing the trip more efficiently haunts me and the result is more stress. The slow speed is not relaxing in the least.
Yesterday, it took me about six extra minutes to get home compared with other traffic-free days at normal speed. I suspect that overall, I might be looking at a "10% better mileage for 10% more time" sort of equation.
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