The mantra is that Slow is Safe. But Slow is often also oblivious – and sloppy.
Which tends to be dangerous, the opposite of safe.
The priests – and priestesses, more often – of The Safety Cult have not noticed.
The other day, I rolled up behind a car descending a mountain pass. The speed limit is 55 – the car was moping along at about 38 MPH. No, moping isn’t exactly the right word. It was randomly sashaying left then right, onto the shoulder – then across the double yellow.
But well below the Speed Limit.
By Clover Standards, the person behind the wheel was thus, ipso facto, a Safe Driver.
Exceeding The Speed Limit is a kind of original sin within the Safety Cult. It must be obeyed, rigidly and reflexively. But otherwise? Not to worry!
Drivers like this one are largely immune from cops and tickets.
Certainly from a drunk driving ticket.
Just as some animals are more equal than others, some forms of impairment are regarded as less objectionable than others – by the law, at least.
Worst case, this Clover – and all the countless other Clovers just like him – might get pulled over and be issued a ticket for . . . something.
Failure to maintain control, crossing the double yellow. But nothing serious. Not on par with a drunk driving ticket. Which by the way, you don’t get a ticket for.
You get taken to jail.
Then you go to court – where you face consequences that go beyond the merely financial.
Even if you didn’t cross the double yellow or drive all over the shoulder. Indeed, your driving can be faultless and you will still go to jail simply because a certain arbitrary amount of alcohol was detected in your bloodstream via a breath test. The fact that you were in control of your car – assuming you were – cuts no ice.
At all.
But this Clover can wander without worry. Three thousand-ish pounds of steel and glass sloshing around the road but hey, he isn’t drunk.
Lord help any pedestrians or bicyclists who might happen to be occupying the shoulder at the same time as the sober Clover. Or any cars coming up the mountain, in the opposite lane – when a fourth to a third of Clover’s car is across the double yellow in a blind curve.
In the event of a wreck – even if some innocent person is killed as a result – it is probable that it will be treated as an “accident” – you know, like a tree falling over on your house during a thunderstorm, something over which you had no control. The Wandering Clover will rarely be dealt with as severely as a person who did the same thing but whose impairment was caused by alcohol.
On the other hand, maybe this Clover was just sleepy.
