Electronic Speed Signs and an Old Rebel

He saw the electronic speed sign flashing 30 miles an hour. An old man whose life had gotten abysmally boring, he became inspired.

He turned around in his 2020 Honda Accord and drove thirty yards back down the street. He turned around again, and pushed the gas pedal to the floor and sped past the sign at 50 miles an hour.

After that, he made it a practice to speed up whenever he saw an electronic speed sign. He got an exhilarating thrill out of beating the assigned speed limits, like when he listened to an old song he liked, I Can’t Drive Fifty Five.

Beating those speed limits made him feel like he did in his youth, a hippie and a rebel protesting the Vietnam war and sticking it to the Man with his freak flag flying, his unconventionally long, wild hair.

As he got the hang of driving faster on electronical sign monitored streets, he kept breaking his speed records, his personal best, a buck and a quarter.

Bob Boyd

Author: BobBoyd

Quomodo cogis comas tuas sic videri? 79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride my exercise bike 2 hours daily. Began writing poetry October 2023, living in Greensboro, North Carolina, originally from just outside of Boston, MA. Retired and enjoying a solo, reclusive life always researching and gaining knowledge. Most of my poems are fictional. I write about many things: Spirituality, Mysticism, the Paranormal, Cryptids, Werewolves, Ghosts, 411s, Nature, Birds, Animals, Romantic Love, Death, NDEs, Women Persecuted as Witches, Fictional Characters I Create, News Stories, AI, Robots, Insects, like the poem entitled, Hail Caesar Bob, (about when bees were swarming me outside the door to my apartment), and many other topics. I write a minimum of 3 poems daily, sometimes more. View all posts by BobBoyd