Car people—the ones who actually name their vehicles—will tell you that high speeds wear out your tires, brakes, and suspension way faster. Your car is like a friend who needs a hug, not a supersonic shove.
I have a buddy, Dave, who loves his old Honda like a pet. He drove it 90 once. The next week, his check engine light came on. It glared at him like a disappointed parent. “We talked about this, Dave.”
Slow down, and your car lives longer. You get to keep that “new car smell” a little longer, even if that smell is really just stale fast food and optimism.
How Do I Beat a Speeding Ticket Going 20 mph Over (90 in a 65 mph zone)?
You are not a Formula 1 driver (and that’s okay)
Look, we all like to pretend we’re in a chase scene. But the reality is, most of us have the reflexes of a sleepy sloth hugging a tree. That’s not an insult; it’s biology. Humans are not designed to react at 132 feet per second.
At 90 mph, a deer jumping out is a disaster. At 65, it’s a story you tell at a barbecue. Choose the story that doesn’t include the word “ambulance.”
I once saw a guy in a convertible trying to reapply sunscreen at 80 mph. He looked like a confused octopus having a meltdown. Don’t be that guy. Be the person who sips iced tea and changes lanes with the grace of a swan.
