As a 72-year-old, I remember WWII, when the speed limit was 45 MPH.  There were signs everywhere which read "Is this Trip Really Necessary?"  We were at war and everyone shared the pain.   If you were caught driving 50 you got a ticket.

In the 70s, there was a common assumption that if you didn't go more than 5 miles over the limit, Smokey would leave you alone.  Since then, no matter if the limit is 55 or 70, drivers think it ok to drive as fast as possible.

We are at war again.  As Pogo said, "We have seen the enemy and it is us."  Lets go Pogo!  And if you don't know Pogo, ask your elders.

Keep up the good work.  I proudly display your bumper sticker.  I'm the white-haired woman in the red Grand Marquis on I-29.

Dolores Palmer