8.125 mph
I live 6.5 miles from work.
Despite the landscape to each side of the road being blanketed in snow, the roads are clear save for a little gray-brown, heavily salinated slush, with fairly well-cleared shoulders. The speed limit for nearly all of that is 35 mph.
It took me 48 minutes to get to work this morning.
There were no breakdowns nor accidents along the route. Merely enough incompetent drivers - from the ludicrously timid to the would-be mental giants who should personally define "multitasking" as driving competently and maintaining life functions, because they aren't capable of doing both those things and operating a cell phone, checking their hair in the mirror, or paying attention to the radio - to make everyone else's lives miserable. Of course, if they just gave up the "maintaining life functions" part that would work for me, too.
We need a plague.
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