Posted Speed Limit is the Speed Limit!

Thank you, Johnson's Home Delivery, for driving this message all around town. I'm one of those people that follows the posted speed limits most of the time, and I know it makes the cars behind me impatient. But if we make five miles above the speed limit the normal speed limit - what's to say it shouldn't be 10 miles above? Or twenty? It can only lead to anarchy and chaos.

On a serious note, I live near a lot of streets that are small but connect two larger roads and some people treat them like near-highways. People live on these streets. If you're one of those people that speeds through a thirty-hour zone at forty-five, you might think about that for a second.

Statement? Observation? Order? Suggestion? Alternative?

This week it was hard to choose the best picture - the existential message written in chalk on the Loring Pasta Bar painted sign, the felted angel advertising aged cheese at the farmer's market, or the validation of my feelings about speed limits. . .but in the end I chose this one. Don't worry - I'll post the rest of them in good time.

Runs on Apples and Bananas

This is printed on the window of the Bicycle Chain, a bike repair place near my house.

If we're being completely honest, my bike also runs on brownies and cookies. . .

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