So, my beautiful city has expanded and improved in marvelous ways since my childhood days in the ’70 and ’80s. And some negative things have come along with it. As a native, here’s my issue with you moving here. You bring your nasty, aggressive, mean, “all about me” big-city driving habits with you. Let me preface the rest of what I have to say with this: On my Ducati, on a back road, I WILL SMOKE YOU. I love speed. I’m not ancient yet!
But in MY city, in my car, I will do my best to drive the speed limit, use my turn signals, and drive like I have some MANNERS. You continually blow by me doing 45 mph or 50 mph in a 35 mph zone. I know this because for fun I’ve sped up to see the speed you are doing. You get on my tail, aggravated I’m doing the limit. You run through the late yellows and even now the red lights. They don’t apply to you? You have out-of-state license plates, or maybe even N.C., but I choose to believe my fellow natives would not be so disregarding of others or narcissistic. My speedometer is not different from yours. Why can’t you look down more often and see your actual speed?
You get testy when someone pulls out from a dead stop from a business, but you’re already going 15-20 mph over. How hard do you think that makes it to merge into traffic?
So you moved here “for the beauty, for the slowed-down pace, blah blah blah.” So how about this: First, leave your big-city aggressive driving habits where you came from. Leave your house 20 minutes before you think you should, use your turn signals ( it’s the stick on the left of your steering wheel), THINK about others, and CHILL OUT. You are not Jeff Gordon and our streets are not the NASCAR track.
And finally, ask yourself this: Have you put serious thought into how you will feel and how the rest of your life will go if you kill someone because you insisted on speeding or running a light on our streets?
— Laurel York