I write regarding the Aug. 31 column, “Drive at your peril,” by Russell Wangersky.
Having completed a 2,500-kilometre tour to St. Anthony and L’Anse aux Meadows, plus many side trips, during nine days in August, we can attest to
all of Mr. Wangersky’s observations. Whereas we didn’t count the number of opposing vehicles while driving the speed limit, we overtook only two vehicles for the entire trip.
As he did, we had several vehicles — two of which were motorcycles — pass at what had to be at least 150 km/h. The positives were that the entire highway was in excellent shape and there wasn’t a clunker to be seen. But excessive speed on the highways is resulting in too much anguish and heartbreak, so innovative ways of controlling speed must be found. All too often it’s the innocent who must pay the price for the indiscretion of the driver impaired by attitude, among other things.
Impatient drivers aren’t limited to the highway, though. Just a couple of days ago I was waiting while a pedestrian crossed the street on a walk light. The driver behind me leaned on an angry horn to get me moving. I found it sad that a driver needed to be so aggressive, and scary that someone with a split pea for a brain could have control of a one-and-a-half tonne lethal missile.