Have you traveled Highway 21 to Camrose lately? What a fucking gong show. Is there another major highway in the province of Alberta that has only two lanes? WTF is up with that? This is the twenty-first century and were traveling a road that resembles a mountain path in Guatemala. It is twisting, winding, narrow, and without any safe areas to pass. Is it any wonder that the ditches are literally strewn with crosses marking the untimely end of another frustrated motorist. I had the pleasure of taking MDW to 'The Rose' last Saturday afternoon and coming home was nothing short of a shit show. Wall to wall cars, and no where to pass. One car after another risking their lives, trying to get ahead of somebody in front of them.
I used to fancy myself that I was the 'world's best driver', however; after driving in England, I lowered that to the best driver in North America. As I have aged (gracefully?), I have come to the realization that I 'may' not be the best driver on the road anymore. I still think I am a reasonably safe driver, who doesn't exceed the speed limit by more than five to ten kilometres and I signal regularly, which makes me the exception on the roads today. I don't take chances, especially on a road like Highway 21, where death could be just around the bend. However, riding on a highway where there is only two lanes and people of questionable intelligence clogging up the road challenges the most patient of people, of which; I am not!
What tremendous challenge stood before me on Saturday? Well for the last twenty-five miles a line of cars were forced to follow a red car traveling between fifteen and twenty five kilometres below the speed limit. It was four o'clock and the highway was busy and everyone was forced to piddle along behind some moron. Several cars risks their lives trying to pass despite the dangers. I on the other hand tried to remain calm, which is not always easy for me. After many miles, the ranting and raving began, as only I can do. MDW patiently tried to calm me down and get me to relax, however; the frustration grew and grew. As I said, I don't like to speed, but fuck; I hate driving under the speed limit. Why the fuck would anyone drive below the speed limit? The road is dry and visibility is clear. The people in charge of our safety on the roads have determined that the set speed limit is a safe speed to travel. So what the fuck is the problem? Does the car not go that fast? Are you not strong enough to push the fucking gas pedal a little closer to the floorboards? What? You just love the scenery so much that you want to leisurely take it all in? I don't fucking get it.
After a half hour of ranting and raving, we finally got to the divided highway that allows for a turn onto the end of Whitemud Freeway. I, of course ; speed up because I had to see what kind of fucking moron would be so inconsiderate to the rest of the world. Oh, a convertible. A red fucking convertible driven by a old fart about seventy-five years old, wearing a dorky little hat and sitting beside a women of similar age, with red/orange spiky hair. Loving life at seventy kilometres an hour and not giving a fuck about anyone else. Of course I gave him the look. I would have liked to have reached over and grabbed his hat and tore it to shreds.
Just drive the fucking speed limit. Please. You don't have to speed, just go the speed limit. PLEASE!
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