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I'm all for speeding, hell many do 80-85 on I-495 in the Philly area. Your logic is flawed in that you think that 95 mph applies to every interstate in the country when that is just BS. You've never even driven on the road in question when in fact it's a 2 lane highway that is jammed with dipsht Sunday drivers half the time.Originally posted by: Mill
You all can continue to say what you want. You're the same folks that pop up in every speeding ticket thread and chant "but its the law, but its the law." I don't care what opinion you guys have, because you've always had the same one, and tried to browbeat anyone that didn't agree with you. You won't entertain anything other than if it is illegal it is bad, and because it is bad it is illegal. Circular logic.
Originally posted by: NFS4
Originally posted by: Mill
Originally posted by: NFS4
Originally posted by: Mill
You all can continue to say what you want. You're the same folks that pop up in every speeding ticket thread and chant "but its the law, but its the law." I don't care what opinion you guys have, because you've always had the same one, and tried to browbeat anyone that didn't agree with you. You won't entertain anything other than if it is illegal it is bad, and because it is bad it is illegal. Circular logic.
You still failed to acknowledge rahvin's response to you...
What are you talking about? I replied to it in full. His last long post was simply him re-hashing the same points that I already responded to, yet I replied to it again. There's no point in continuing to waste any time. He feels the Interstates are unsafe above 70mph, and I disagree. He's posted links and I've posted links. I think any American driver out there has driven on the Interstate at speeds exceeding 80mph before, and realizes that most Interstates are safe for fast driving. Yes, there are hilly, rocky, curvy, wet, foggy, or whatever stretches in which someone needs to go BELOW the speed limit, but this is the exception and not the rule. A vast majority of the Interstate is safe for highspeed driving. Differ if you will, but I do it everyday.
But he is in a position of authority on the subject, you are not. My roommate works for the NC DOT in roadway design. He pretty much backs up the statements that rahvin made when it comes to speed limits, line of sight, etc.
Sure we, all may think that we know a lot on a particular subject or have enough experience to speak on a subject. But when it comes down to it, I value the opinion of someone who is actually in the field or someone who has a hand in the development of roadways over someone who feels that "Just b/c I can do it means that it is safe."
Originally posted by: SP33Demon
I'm all for speeding, hell many do 80-85 on I-495 in the Philly area. Your logic is flawed in that you think that 95 mph applies to every interstate in the country when that is just BS. You've never even driven on the road in question when in fact it's a 2 lane highway that is jammed with dipsht Sunday drivers half the time.Originally posted by: Mill
You all can continue to say what you want. You're the same folks that pop up in every speeding ticket thread and chant "but its the law, but its the law." I don't care what opinion you guys have, because you've always had the same one, and tried to browbeat anyone that didn't agree with you. You won't entertain anything other than if it is illegal it is bad, and because it is bad it is illegal. Circular logic.
It's not a matter of the roads being able to sustain a min/max at all. It's about giving morons (like old people and women who don't know how to fcking drive) the right to kill themselves and others. You can cite Europeans and the Autobahn, but that's a different culture/mentality and you're not looking at the situation realistically.
Also, you still haven't addressed the crux of the problem: a.hole cops abusing the sirens in order to get home an hour earlier.
Originally posted by: Mill
Originally posted by: SP33Demon
I'm all for speeding, hell many do 80-85 on I-495 in the Philly area. Your logic is flawed in that you think that 95 mph applies to every interstate in the country when that is just BS. You've never even driven on the road in question when in fact it's a 2 lane highway that is jammed with dipsht Sunday drivers half the time.Originally posted by: Mill
You all can continue to say what you want. You're the same folks that pop up in every speeding ticket thread and chant "but its the law, but its the law." I don't care what opinion you guys have, because you've always had the same one, and tried to browbeat anyone that didn't agree with you. You won't entertain anything other than if it is illegal it is bad, and because it is bad it is illegal. Circular logic.
It's not a matter of the roads being able to sustain a min/max at all. It's about giving morons (like old people and women who don't know how to fcking drive) the right to kill themselves and others. You can cite Europeans and the Autobahn, but that's a different culture/mentality and you're not looking at the situation realistically.
Also, you still haven't addressed the crux of the problem: a.hole cops abusing the sirens in order to get home an hour earlier.
Most of you are misreading my posts. When I say 90-95% of Interstate, I'm referring to a percentage of the totality of miles. On a 50 mile stretch from Birmingham to Gadsden there might be 3-4 miles that are unsafe. Therefore, I could safely say (in my opinion) that 90% of the segment was safe for 90+ speeds. Do you understand what I'm saying? I'm not acting as if all freeways/interstates are safe for this, I'm saying that out of the millions of miles of them, that 90-95% of the road surface is -- dependent upon conditions.
I've also attempted to address the lowest common denominator argument. That's the reason I proposed making drivers actually yield to slower traffic in the left lane, make it illegal or severely frowned upon to pass on the right, and of course enhance driver training. You all act like I'm crazy, when I'm arguing the exact same thing that the European system uses.
The prevalence of cars and the supposed "right" to drive is the major difference between the cultures, yet that can be overcome. I'd love for the highways to be free -- and most should, but if a private company wanted to start building Toll Expressways with limits of 120mph, you can bet I'd be all over it. US Interstates outside of major cities are rarely that crowded. They can be at times, but you've mainly just got those wolfpacks. I think it is insane to let a minority of crap drivers and vocal mothers (who had a son doing 140 into a tree, and now wants a 20mph limit) determine what is JUST and FAIR for us.
Oh, and I DID say what I thought of the NJ cops. Jerks. Assholes. Pricks. Take your pick. Their behavior was screwed up, but it wasn't unsafe.
Jack took a long look at his speedometer before slowing down: 73 in a 55
> zone. Fourth time in as many months. How could a guy get caught so often?
>
> When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack pulled over, but only
> partially. Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard. Maybe some
> other car will tweak his backside with a mirror. The cop was stepping out of
> his car, the big pad in hand.
>
> Bob? Bob from Church? Jack sunk farther into his trench coat. This was worse
> than the coming ticket. A cop catching a guy from his own church. A guy who
> happened to be a little eager to get home after a long day at the office. A
> guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow.
>
> Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw every Sunday, a man he'd
> never seen in uniform.
>
> "Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this."
>
> "Hello, Jack." No smile.
>
> "Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my wife and kids."
>
> "Yeah, I guess." Bob seemed uncertain. Good.
> "I've seen some long days at the office lately. I'm afraid I bent the rules
> a bit-just this once."
>
> Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement. "Diane said something about roast
> beef and potatoes tonight. Know what I mean?" "I know what you mean. I also
> know that you have a reputation in our precinct ." Ouch. This was not going
> in the right direction. Time to change tactics.
>
> "What'd you clock me at?"
>
> "Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?"
>
> "Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as saw you. I was barely
> nudging 65." Th e lie seemed to come easier with every ticket.
>
> "Please, Jack, in the car."
>
> Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door. Slamming it
> shut, he stared at the dashboard. He was in no rush to open the window.
>
> The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad.
>
> Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license?
>
> Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays before Jack ever sat
> near this cop again. A tap on the door jerked his head to the left. There
> was Bob, a folded paper in hand Jack rolled down the window a mere two
> inches, just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip.
>
> "Thanks." Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice.
>
> Bob returned to his police car without a word. Jack watched his retreat in
> the mirror. Jack unfolded the sheet of paper. How much was this one going to
> cost?
>
> Wait a minute. What was this? Some kind of joke?
>
> Certainly not a ticket. Jack began to read:
>
> "Dear Jack, Once upon a time I had a daughter. She was six when killed by a
> car. You guessed it-a speeding driver. A fine and three months in jail, and
> the man was free. Free to hug his daughters, all three of them. I only had
> one, and I'm going to have to wait until Heaven before I can ever hug her
> again.
>
> A thousand times I've tried to forgive that man. A thousand times I thought
> I had. Maybe I did, but I need to do it again. Even now. Pray for me. And be
> careful, Jack, my son is all I have left."
>
> "Bob"
Originally posted by: Gamingphreek
Jack took a long look at his speedometer before slowing down: 73 in a 55
> zone. Fourth time in as many months. How could a guy get caught so often?
>
> When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack pulled over, but only
> partially. Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard. Maybe some
> other car will tweak his backside with a mirror. The cop was stepping out of
> his car, the big pad in hand.
>
> Bob? Bob from Church? Jack sunk farther into his trench coat. This was worse
> than the coming ticket. A cop catching a guy from his own church. A guy who
> happened to be a little eager to get home after a long day at the office. A
> guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow.
>
> Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw every Sunday, a man he'd
> never seen in uniform.
>
> "Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this."
>
> "Hello, Jack." No smile.
>
> "Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my wife and kids."
>
> "Yeah, I guess." Bob seemed uncertain. Good.
> "I've seen some long days at the office lately. I'm afraid I bent the rules
> a bit-just this once."
>
> Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement. "Diane said something about roast
> beef and potatoes tonight. Know what I mean?" "I know what you mean. I also
> know that you have a reputation in our precinct ." Ouch. This was not going
> in the right direction. Time to change tactics.
>
> "What'd you clock me at?"
>
> "Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?"
>
> "Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as saw you. I was barely
> nudging 65." Th e lie seemed to come easier with every ticket.
>
> "Please, Jack, in the car."
>
> Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door. Slamming it
> shut, he stared at the dashboard. He was in no rush to open the window.
>
> The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad.
>
> Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license?
>
> Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays before Jack ever sat
> near this cop again. A tap on the door jerked his head to the left. There
> was Bob, a folded paper in hand Jack rolled down the window a mere two
> inches, just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip.
>
> "Thanks." Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice.
>
> Bob returned to his police car without a word. Jack watched his retreat in
> the mirror. Jack unfolded the sheet of paper. How much was this one going to
> cost?
>
> Wait a minute. What was this? Some kind of joke?
>
> Certainly not a ticket. Jack began to read:
>
> "Dear Jack, Once upon a time I had a daughter. She was six when killed by a
> car. You guessed it-a speeding driver. A fine and three months in jail, and
> the man was free. Free to hug his daughters, all three of them. I only had
> one, and I'm going to have to wait until Heaven before I can ever hug her
> again.
>
> A thousand times I've tried to forgive that man. A thousand times I thought
> I had. Maybe I did, but I need to do it again. Even now. Pray for me. And be
> careful, Jack, my son is all I have left."
>
> "Bob"
My uncle saw this and sent it to me. I pray, Mill, that you will not have to deal with such a horrible thing simply because you think its safe to speed.
-Kevin
Originally posted by: cbehnken
Originally posted by: Gamingphreek
Jack took a long look at his speedometer before slowing down: 73 in a 55
> zone. Fourth time in as many months. How could a guy get caught so often?
>
> When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack pulled over, but only
> partially. Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard. Maybe some
> other car will tweak his backside with a mirror. The cop was stepping out of
> his car, the big pad in hand.
>
> Bob? Bob from Church? Jack sunk farther into his trench coat. This was worse
> than the coming ticket. A cop catching a guy from his own church. A guy who
> happened to be a little eager to get home after a long day at the office. A
> guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow.
>
> Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw every Sunday, a man he'd
> never seen in uniform.
>
> "Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this."
>
> "Hello, Jack." No smile.
>
> "Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my wife and kids."
>
> "Yeah, I guess." Bob seemed uncertain. Good.
> "I've seen some long days at the office lately. I'm afraid I bent the rules
> a bit-just this once."
>
> Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement. "Diane said something about roast
> beef and potatoes tonight. Know what I mean?" "I know what you mean. I also
> know that you have a reputation in our precinct ." Ouch. This was not going
> in the right direction. Time to change tactics.
>
> "What'd you clock me at?"
>
> "Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?"
>
> "Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as saw you. I was barely
> nudging 65." Th e lie seemed to come easier with every ticket.
>
> "Please, Jack, in the car."
>
> Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door. Slamming it
> shut, he stared at the dashboard. He was in no rush to open the window.
>
> The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad.
>
> Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license?
>
> Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays before Jack ever sat
> near this cop again. A tap on the door jerked his head to the left. There
> was Bob, a folded paper in hand Jack rolled down the window a mere two
> inches, just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip.
>
> "Thanks." Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice.
>
> Bob returned to his police car without a word. Jack watched his retreat in
> the mirror. Jack unfolded the sheet of paper. How much was this one going to
> cost?
>
> Wait a minute. What was this? Some kind of joke?
>
> Certainly not a ticket. Jack began to read:
>
> "Dear Jack, Once upon a time I had a daughter. She was six when killed by a
> car. You guessed it-a speeding driver. A fine and three months in jail, and
> the man was free. Free to hug his daughters, all three of them. I only had
> one, and I'm going to have to wait until Heaven before I can ever hug her
> again.
>
> A thousand times I've tried to forgive that man. A thousand times I thought
> I had. Maybe I did, but I need to do it again. Even now. Pray for me. And be
> careful, Jack, my son is all I have left."
>
> "Bob"
My uncle saw this and sent it to me. I pray, Mill, that you will not have to deal with such a horrible thing simply because you think its safe to speed.
-Kevin
Sweet Jesus.
What does this prove at all? I *KNOW* people who died because some idiot t-boned them in town at 35 M.P.H.
Way to appear to emotion and not reason. :claps:
Originally posted by: jaedaliu
Originally posted by: cbehnken
Originally posted by: Gamingphreek
Jack took a long look at his speedometer before slowing down: 73 in a 55
> zone. Fourth time in as many months. How could a guy get caught so often?
>
> When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack pulled over, but only
> partially. Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard. Maybe some
> other car will tweak his backside with a mirror. The cop was stepping out of
> his car, the big pad in hand.
>
> Bob? Bob from Church? Jack sunk farther into his trench coat. This was worse
> than the coming ticket. A cop catching a guy from his own church. A guy who
> happened to be a little eager to get home after a long day at the office. A
> guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow.
>
> Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw every Sunday, a man he'd
> never seen in uniform.
>
> "Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this."
>
> "Hello, Jack." No smile.
>
> "Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my wife and kids."
>
> "Yeah, I guess." Bob seemed uncertain. Good.
> "I've seen some long days at the office lately. I'm afraid I bent the rules
> a bit-just this once."
>
> Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement. "Diane said something about roast
> beef and potatoes tonight. Know what I mean?" "I know what you mean. I also
> know that you have a reputation in our precinct ." Ouch. This was not going
> in the right direction. Time to change tactics.
>
> "What'd you clock me at?"
>
> "Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?"
>
> "Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as saw you. I was barely
> nudging 65." Th e lie seemed to come easier with every ticket.
>
> "Please, Jack, in the car."
>
> Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door. Slamming it
> shut, he stared at the dashboard. He was in no rush to open the window.
>
> The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad.
>
> Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license?
>
> Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays before Jack ever sat
> near this cop again. A tap on the door jerked his head to the left. There
> was Bob, a folded paper in hand Jack rolled down the window a mere two
> inches, just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip.
>
> "Thanks." Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice.
>
> Bob returned to his police car without a word. Jack watched his retreat in
> the mirror. Jack unfolded the sheet of paper. How much was this one going to
> cost?
>
> Wait a minute. What was this? Some kind of joke?
>
> Certainly not a ticket. Jack began to read:
>
> "Dear Jack, Once upon a time I had a daughter. She was six when killed by a
> car. You guessed it-a speeding driver. A fine and three months in jail, and
> the man was free. Free to hug his daughters, all three of them. I only had
> one, and I'm going to have to wait until Heaven before I can ever hug her
> again.
>
> A thousand times I've tried to forgive that man. A thousand times I thought
> I had. Maybe I did, but I need to do it again. Even now. Pray for me. And be
> careful, Jack, my son is all I have left."
>
> "Bob"
My uncle saw this and sent it to me. I pray, Mill, that you will not have to deal with such a horrible thing simply because you think its safe to speed.
-Kevin
Sweet Jesus.
What does this prove at all? I *KNOW* people who died because some idiot t-boned them in town at 35 M.P.H.
Way to appear to emotion and not reason. :claps:
and I know someone that wrapped his car around a tree. The firefighters say that his heart was crushed on contact and that he didn't suffer long. His passenger was in the hospital for 4 months. It was during lunch, and they were headed to get hair cuts on a dry, sunny day. I don't know for sure because I wasn't there, but I'm pretty sure that my friend wouldn't have died if he wasn't speeding. The passenger wouldn't have been in the hospital, wouldn't have had his jaw wired shut, wouldn't have had to drink ensure.
How's that for reason?
It's like saying we should outlaw water because you know a baby that drowned.
Originally posted by: Gamingphreek
It's like saying we should outlaw water because you know a baby that drowned.
:roll: Speeding is against the law you moron!
-Kevin
Originally posted by: cbehnken
Originally posted by: Gamingphreek
It's like saying we should outlaw water because you know a baby that drowned.
:roll: Speeding is against the law you moron!
-Kevin
With each of your posts (not just in this thread) I come closer and closer to the conclusion that there isn't actually a human at the keyboard, but some sort of poorly designed webbot.
Originally posted by: Gamingphreek
Originally posted by: cbehnken
Originally posted by: Gamingphreek
It's like saying we should outlaw water because you know a baby that drowned.
:roll: Speeding is against the law you moron!
-Kevin
With each of your posts (not just in this thread) I come closer and closer to the conclusion that there isn't actually a human at the keyboard, but some sort of poorly designed webbot.
You posted a horrible analogy, i pointed it out. Sorry if you dont like it butyou have no case for arguing this. The cops were wrong for speeding PERIOD. If you dont think its dangerous fine, but god forbid you ever hit someone...i hope it wouldn't have to come to that.
-Kevin
Really, you can easily make it look so unsafe to drive at ANY speed that we shouldn't do it. Just give a story about how Peggy Sue died because someone was driving 16 in a 15 and hit her car.
They could've left their lights and sirens OFF and did 80 all the way home without incident.
Okay "Kevin" bot
You win.
Originally posted by: Gamingphreek
Really, you can easily make it look so unsafe to drive at ANY speed that we shouldn't do it. Just give a story about how Peggy Sue died because someone was driving 16 in a 15 and hit her car.
Get real here. You know full well that 1mph over while still TECHNICALLY against the law, isn't going to make a difference. Stop trying to make my argument seems stupid, by posting these bullsh!t counterarguments.
-Kevin