Is driving a few mph under the speed limit suspicious?

[BurtReynolds]

I say it is. Better to go a few mph over so the cops don't start asking questions.

[tree_]

Go with the flow of traffic, bozo

[dpupenya]

Depends on how shady the neighborhood and your bucket are

[spike]

Anyone who doesn’t speed a little is sus for sure.

[wease]

Always

[BurtReynolds]

Anyone driving under the speed limit is riding dirty.

[Chris_H_2]

in high school, my drunk friend got pulled over on an interstate doing 30 in a 65.

[doug rr]

in high school, my drunk friend got pulled over on an interstate doing 30 in a 65.

what's he doing today?

[Chris_H_2]

in high school, my drunk friend got pulled over on an interstate doing 30 in a 65.

what's he doing today?

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[spike]

in high school, my drunk friend got pulled over on an interstate doing 30 in a 65.

[tree_]

Pretty sure the min. speed limit is also posted. Is it shady to go a few under the max? Sure, but you should probably get away with it, all else being relatively inconspicuous.

[Chris_H_2]

pretty much

his sister has been married three times and has kids with four different guys. she was hot in high school. now? not so much.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[tree_]

pretty much

his sister has been married three times and has kids with four different guys. she was hot in high school. now? not so much.

If you only knew then what you know now, eh?

[Monkey_Driven]

I’ll tell ya one thing I love about being white is anytime I see a cop I have this irrational feeling of “you got nothing on me.”

[spike]

<white privilege has entered the chat>

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[tree_]

It's true, white people are pulled over less often, but they are also less likely to commit crime, because they are wealthier, overall. Vicious cycle. But we don't want to get into those weeds. Let's talk about Burt. Is he smuggling drugs?

[BurtReynolds]

pretty much

his sister has been married three times and has kids with four different guys. she was hot in high school. now? not so much.

Does she know what causes pregnancy?

[dad]

pretty much

his sister has been married three times and has kids with four different guys. she was hot in high school. now? not so much.

Does she know what causes pregnancy?

i doubt it, and don't you go telling her!