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Sunday, January 14, 2007

Driving you wild

The great philosopher start his piece in the Sunday Times:

Twenty-five miles per hour. On a derestricted national road. That’s how
fast the little Peugeot was going. Queen Victoria would have called it
slow. There were tribes in pre-human Ethiopia that would have called it
slow. On the Beaufort scale, twenty-five miles per hour isn’t even
classified as a light breeze.
Naturally, there was a huge snake in the Peugeot’s wake. Trucks.
Vans. Bicycles. Oxen. People going to work. And me, on my way to
Birmingham airport. If I’d known I was going to be travelling so slowly
I’d have used a horse.

Driving through Sussex were you, Jeremy?

You may have noticed, the Gorse Fox is not impressed by the speed fascists. He believes that you should drive to the conditions... and that may mean 15mph near a school, or 10mph in a busy High Street, but it may also mean 80mph or more on clear straight motorways or dual carriageways. (GF would add that he uses cruise control to ensure he does not allow his speed to drift ever upwards... and interestingly his Golf is more economical at 78mph than it is at 70mph, by about 2 mpg).



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