(Do yourself a favor and watch every video on this article and try to do it as you read. While this post may appear to take a break from politics, it really is just a different way of looking at the situation in the face of incredible opposition. So strap in and hold on! I’m letting you into my world a bit more than usual.) Remember that song? I do! If there was one song in my life that most uttered my inner consciousness it is Sammy Hagar’s I Can’t Drive 55. That song is my life, except miraculously I never did jail time. I never had a drunk driving incident, or a terrible crash that I caused, but I had many reckless operations for burning rubber, eluding police officers, and EXCESSIVE speed. My very first ticket was 85 MPH in a 35 MPH zone. Some of my tickets were so excessive that the police mailed them to me because they couldn’t catch up. They had managed to get my license plate number but the speed was just too much to attempt to overtake from a dead stop. I have been pulled over by every vehicle the police department has, even helicopters.
Thankfully, when the speed limits finally went up to 65 here in Ohio and 70 all through the south, it gave me the needed margin to stay out of trouble and I finally stopped getting so many tickets. But I had lost my driver’s license till I was 26 years old from so many point accumulations. I had to drive illegally to bring my wife and children home from the hospital, because my license was suspended for the next 8 years!
I promised my publisher that I’d have the first edit of my new project to them by Election Day, so I was sitting at my desk listening to my buddy Doc Thompson on 700 WLW when he announced his new initiative called Doc’s Law. The manuscript I was working on involved much of my love of speed and cars in general so my mind was already geared into it, so I called up Doc to lend my support of his new, bold program. (My Part is at the 17:50 mark. But you’ll want to hear the Sean segment who is the first caller.)
People ask me often how I have so much time to write at this site, and work on these school levy fights, well, it’s because I’m in between projects at the moment. Well sort of. My new book, which I have been editing with my publisher, is due out next year, so I have a little time on my hands. I wrote the book last year before the first levy attempt at Lakota. It took about 9 months to bounce around between all the publishers and their readers, then about a month and a half of contract finalizations when one finally decided they wanted to do it. We are now in the “post production” phase of things and my time requirements will soon change. Right now we are trying to figure out what this new book is all about. Is it philosophy? Yes. Is it action-adventure? Yes. Is it a romance? Yes. Is it a political thriller? Yes. “But what do we put on the spine of the book?” I don’t know. At this post production phase all I can say at the moment is that the book is about a presidential race for the United States mixed with this video.
Don’t worry; we’ll get it worked out. These kinds of talks are a normal part of the process. But these were the kind of problems we are trying to work out on the publication end of things. As to the intensity of that video, that is a trip into my mind. So welcome!
As to speed limits, like most things, I never liked the word “LIMIT.” That is such a confining term. Limits are usually set by small-minded people with fat little fingers that can barely get their hands around their steering wheels. On the highway, I think in such a rapid fashion that 55 MPH was simply a mind numbing pace, barbaric in its mediocrity. 65 is a little better, and 70 is almost ideal. I almost always travel between 75 and 85 MPH. I think the way Doc does, my time is valuable and I want to get where I’m going. I don’t want to waste my time with some bureaucratic speed limit!
When my family recently traveled to Florida over the summer my average speed was 88 MPH. Sometimes it was 105 MPH and sometimes as low as 77 MPH. I wanted to get there. Two years ago when my wife and I took a massive motorcycle trip to Key West on our Boulevard motorcycle my average speed was 91 MPH. When we left for home we departed Orlando at 6 AM and pulled into our driveway at 9 PM with an hour and a half of dining at the Chattanooga Outback Steakhouse. Much of the time in the mountains our speed was 115 MPH. At a rest stop down in Key Largo a fellow from the seat of his over-the-road Harley Davidson asked me why I had a Suzuki and not an American made bike. I said, “Because a Harley doesn’t have a drive shaft, and these big tires. I like to drive fast.”
He looked my big bike over. “It is impressive, but you are supposed to enjoy the ride.”
“I do,” I replied to him. “I enjoy it fast.”
About a month later my wife and I left our home to participate on a motorcycle membership run since I was the Vice-President of the Suzuki Club of North America in Ohio. I met the other riders at a McDonalds just outside of Cleveland at 7 AM as we left our house at 4:30 AM. From there our little motorcycle gang rode to the Freemont Dealership close to Sandusky, Ohio across the northern part of the state. We had our membership drive there with our motorcycles on display from 10 AM till 2 PM. As rest of the motorcycle club left to go back to Cleveland my wife and I went on over to Cedar Point for the rest of the day and rode Top Thrill Dragster.
We left Cedar Point at 8 PM and were home showered and in bed by 11 PM to watch Family Guy on the Cartoon Network. The only bad part of a trip like that was always watching out for police. I don’t get to enjoy all the nice sites along the way, because I’m always scanning ahead for cops. We did 500 miles of riding that day and we did it at speeds much of the time over 100 MPH and in the blackness of night, and we still had plenty of time to spend the day in northern Ohio to have fun without being rushed around due to time constraints.
One thing you notice when you do a lot of traveling is that the speed culture changes dramatically the further north you get. I think this has something to do with the map seen on the Right-to-Work states. Have a look.
People in the south still embrace a frontier spirit of a sort. They are different from the progressive politics of the north with all those stubby fingered bureaucrats who want to control every part of our lives. You can see the tremendous difference of these two groups when you attend a NASCAR event. Upon seeing this video, it must be remembered that it was the south that first opened up the speed limit to 70 MPH. Because in the south, they love SPEED, and their smokin’ hot wives! Thank God for people like Paster Joe Nelms!
When Paster Joe said that I thought of the White House and I imagine that Obama and his wife probably had their faces melting off in horror. In fact, all the beltway types in Washington lobbying on K-Street and other places probably had the same reaction. Because culturally, we are not the same type of people, Progressives are a timid folk, and they drive SLOW! They think SLOW! They learn SLOW! And they expect the rest of us to be just as slow as they are. It’s not fair to those of us who can think fast, and drive fast to be hindered by the weak links of society!
I love the SPEEDCHANNEL! What a great American TV station. It’s not for those timid types, those people who drive 40 MPH when the speed is supposed to be 65! When I come up on such people at 110 I see the whites of their eyes in their rearview mirror. They smile in triumph, because they believe they are making the world safer! They believe just as the stupid school levy people believe that just by tossing money at a school their kids will get a good education. The same holds for the pretentious fool who blocks traffic in the speed lane. I met such a pompous lump of human excrement on I-71 south as he sat in the speed lane at 56 MPH blocked up next to a tractor-trailer. There was nowhere to pass as those two idiots stayed like that for about 15 miles. I came on him at 105 and almost had to screech my tires to a stop to avoid placing my car into his back seat. I was so angry that I had to leave the highway at Carrolton. My wife and I sat down at McDonalds, had a meal which lasted approximately 20 minutes until I could calm down. We hit the road again and I passed the guy at more than twice his speed about 20 miles outside of Louisville. That’s how slow he was going, and how much precious time of life was wasted. My wife and I had an entire meal in the time we would have wasted sitting behind that sluggish fool.
So needless to say, I am a HUGE supporter of Doc’s Law. Because if you have business in Columbus, like I often do, or Cleveland, like I do sometimes, the time spent in the car is wasted. Why should I waste moments of my life to compensate for the timid, for the unskilled? For those who are afraid of their own shadows!!!!! Why? Explain to me why my life is worth sacrificing a moment for because the timid are afraid of the speed. If Ohio were to abolish its speed limit altogether, as I hope Doc’s Law will pave the way to, I could purchase a Bugatti Veyron Supersport and be in downtown Cleveland in approximately 53 minutes from downtown Cincinnati. Now that is efficiency! I could be in Downtown Columbus and parked in the garage in less than 30 minutes. I could be in Orlando, Florida in less than 6 hours, (I’d have to stop for gas). So why can’t I do it? Because of the slow minded progressives who want to regulate everything, including the time it takes us to get from one place to another!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, sure they sell it to us in the guise of safety like they always do. But who really wants to be safe? I see people participating in risky behavior all the time, particularly when it comes to their sex lives. Isn’t unprotected sex while on that road trip far riskier than the speed of a moving vehicle? Maybe if there weren’t any speed limits your husband would drive home from Chicago instead of waiting till the next day to fly out of O’Hara and seek the young women infected with herpes in the hotel lobby. Or the politician who slides the dirty prostitute a $20 for her to pretend his private parts are a corn dog, only for that same politician to bring home God knows what to his loving trusting wife who has bare-knuckled her perilous drive to the school soccer field to drop off the kids for practice.
I’ve been in several accidents at over 100 miles an hour. And I think that there would be fewer accidents if people drove faster because the mind works better at high speeds. Sure, the highway patrol will give you all kinds of safety statistics about death tolls. But they exaggerate things the same way they did with the Issue 2 campaign. “Issue 2 makes it ILLEGAL to negotiate for staffing sizes.” Hey, cops, yeah you guys sitting on the side of the road, if you have more than two hours to sit and do nothing but clock speeders, your department is over staffed. If there isn’t enough crime to justify you doing something else, you aren’t needed. It’s that simple. Most of the car wrecks are caused by the timid, which panic when catastrophe strikes. The speeder who thinks fast reacts better most of the time. And a wreck at 55 looks about the same as one at 100. The reason there aren’t more stats of people living in car wrecks at 100 MPH or more is because not that many people do it. Statistically most people linger along at the mind numbing pace of 65 MPH!!!!!!!!!!!! So the crash statistics are skewed to the masses of travelers who crash at less than 100 MPH.
I have news for you progressives in America. The majority of the population doesn’t want what you’re offering. My editor understood why I included the titles to certain songs in my manuscript. She told me to insert the lyrics into the action instead of naming them in the exposition. One of those songs was I Can’t Drive 55. But the one I was working on during Doc’s show on November 4, 2011 was Kickstart My Heart shown in the video at the beginning. Well here it is again but shown in a way that deep down inside every American craves, men and women alike. Believe me, I’ve been married over 20 years and raised two daughters, and I have told them what I’m telling you now. Drop the progressive crap and be what you were meant to be.
My youngest daughter who is 20 gave me some strange looks recently when we were on one of those trips to Florida and my wife and I thought she had went down to the pool, but was in fact still in the bathroom. She stayed in the there too long, about a half hour too long, let’s put it that way. As we finished up still thinking we were alone and were getting ready to head to the pool to join our kids there my wife asked me which bathing suit I wanted her to wear and I told her the American Flag bikini. So she put it on. My daughter then stepped out of the bathroom. It was an awkward moment.
“Have you been in there the whole time,” My wife asked.
“Yes!” she said trying to look upset. She looked at me as if I should feel guilty.
Instead, I asked her “What do you think of mom’s new bathing suit?”
“That is cheesy. I wouldn’t be caught dead in it.”
I looked at my wife, “See, now you know why I fight all these stupid school levies. Kids these days are learning all the wrong things.”
There is no shame in proclaiming what you like; there is only shame in being restricted by inferior minds who create social restrictions that are unnatural, processed, and terribly mundane. And the speed should not be set by the weakest of our society, but by the strongest, so that the weaker learn to be better. By catering to the handicaps of the slow-minded we do not provide ourselves any service of merit, but only collectively weaken what it is that makes America great in the first place.
So I ask you to join me in supporting Doc’s Law. It’s of epic importance and is a piece of legislation that is needed for the economic vitality of Ohio. And the only reason the police won’t get behind it is because they want a speed limit so they can use the citation revenue generated to fund the bloated public sector workers. Having a speed limit is all about having the ability to tax us in yet another way. It has NOTHING, and I mean NOTHING to do with safety.