Een vermakelijk stukje van Jeremy Clarkson:
The road that connects Oxford to my house in Chipping Norton is called the A44 and it’s really lovely. There are long straights to build up some speed, there are tight, well-cambered corners and there are long, sweeping bends through which you can feel the car playing “dare” with the laws of physics.
I should imagine that even in something like a Golf GTI you could cover the 15 miles without too much bother at an average speed of 100mph.
But, of course, the local highway bureaucrats have decided that the speed limit should be half that. Just 50mph. They even send a civil servant in a van to a special pig perch every so often so he can photograph the disobedient.
This is extremely dangerous. Because it means that some people do indeed drive at 50mph. And that means those who can’t see any reason for the 50mph limit have to get
past. And this means that at any given moment in the day or night, over half the traffic on the A44 is actually driving on the wrong side of the road.
Time and time again I come round a blind bend to find someone with wide eyes and a goldfish mouth heading straight towards me as they try desperately to get past someone in a 50mph Hyundai.
So far I have been lucky, but one day I shall have a head-on accident and I shall be killed. And everyone will blame the idiot who flouted the law, even though it was the law itself that caused the accident.
If I were in power I’d put a minimum speed limit of 60mph on that road. And arm the civil servant in his van with a rifle so he could shoot anyone who was failing to comply.
Now at this point you’re probably expecting me to launch into yet another polemic on why speed doesn’t kill (see Richard Hammond for details) and how it in fact makes you cleverer. But no. Instead of explaining why people go fast, I want to take a look this morning at why some people don’t.
I don’t mind if you stick to the speed limit. That’s fair enough. You have probably given your wife nine points and she’s refused to take any more.
No. I want to know why some people drive up the A44 not at 50mph but at 40mph or even 32mph.
Obviously some of them are in tractors and that’s fair enough as well. We need the oilseed rape and the linseed that farmers grow to fuel our cars and feed our cows, so they will be exempt from my slowcoach cull. No. I’m talking about people who wilfully and deliberately drive slowly when there really is no need to be doing so.
These people always have a half-mile tailback of exasperation in their wake, and since their cars have mirrors they must surely know this. So what are they thinking as they trundle along at 32mph? If they cared for the safety, wellbeing and happiness of other road users, they would pull over from time to time and let everyone pass. But they don’t. They never do. They know they are holding the world up. And they simply do not care.
So what kind of people are they? Well, obviously they have such dull and empty lives that they don’t mind wasting time by driving everywhere at half speed. They’re bored at home so they may as well get in the car and set off.
And they don’t much fancy where they’re going either, so they feel they may as well dawdle so that they can get there as late as possible. For these people, being in a Vauxhall Corsa at 26mph is the most interesting thing they will do all day.
Show me someone who drives slowly and I’ll show you a catastrophic bore. Someone whose life is empty, shallow and pointless. But there’s more to it than that.
They are also deeply unpleasant. Like bell ringers, they wish to impose their beliefs and their way of life on everyone else. They are people with an antisocial personality disorder, manifested in amoral behaviour without empathy or remorse. And that’s the dictionary-definition of a psychopath.
http://driving.timesonline.co.uk/tol/li ... 648860.ece
Hij treft de spijker precies op zijn kop.
...., en het erge is dat er veel waarheid in het verhaal zit 
