We had a blizzard a little over a week ago. It snowed all day. We only got about six inches but the wind blew so I wound up with a good fifteen inches on my driveway. We went home about noon. Traffic was going thirty to forty miles an hour, closer to thirty most of the time. It took me twice as long as it usually does to get home.
By Saturday the roads were clear and everybody got out to take care of business and to escape from their homes. It was crazy. Everybody was going way fast. They were desperate to get around me. It was like they were trying to catch up. Like ‘You will live eternally in heaven in the presence of God if you believe Jesus is the Son of God, He died for your sins, and He rose on the third day
You average sixty miles per hour over the full span of your driving career.’l
That’s it. Those people were trying to get their average back up.
I’m thankful that the only qualification is that first one because at my age I would have to drive a rocket sled to change my average even a little bit.