I could hardly contain my happiness. It was a reprieve, a time of relief, and a moment of mercy.
Going under the speed limit, that's annoying. When someone else is slow, it becomes a frustrating game of patience and self-control. What if the slow person is you? Something's wrong with your vehicle, you feel terrible, and embarrassed. You wave those behind you to go around and mouth "Sorry" as they pass. When I get a Rheumatoid… Continue reading Under the Speed Limit