Yes, that says RAGE, not range. As much as I’d love to enlighten you all about the North Park driving range, that would last all of 37 seconds. Anyway, this post is about the struggle of living essentially in North Park and driving. Let me be the first to say I adore living in the nature observatory that is North Park; beautiful families of deer prance about daily, cute little groundhogs and bunnies run about in the grass, families enjoy fun outings in the pavilions…oh and people drive like idiots.

The speed limit is 25, as there are walking and biking trails right along the road, and we non of us want to have an oopsy moment when we plow over a bicyclist as we enjoy the scenery, or the hot ladies (I see you fellas, it’s okay!). In my experience there are two varieties of North Park drivers; the Bottled up Speed Demons (BSD) and the Fearful Sunday Grannies (FSG).

The BSD KNOW that the speed limit is 25. The KNOW they could kill someone with their sheer speed. The KNOW they should be law abiding citizens…but…they also know they are late for work. Oh, and they have to check their Twitter-and their Facebook-and their email…all while going 35 and hoping the cops take mercy on their wobbly driving slightly above the limit.

The FSG live in fear of the law. And they live in fear of vehicular manslaughter (as we all should). They know that the speed limit is 25 but they are willing to do BETTER! They will go 20 and be extra law abiding citizens. Yes, they are holding everyone else up, but they are setting the example.

Either way, both suck. I am notorious for my road rage, but I have to cross through to get to work…so, I practice daily zen as I drive 25, not looking at my phone, not pushing the limit, not setting the example…just laughing insanely at Mikey and Bob and probably terrifying the car stopped at the light next to me.