by Joyce Tremel
I’ve been trying to amuse myself this week. I’m still doing citations and the only way to keep my sanity is to find some way to make it not so boring. Okay, it’s still boring, but I’ve kept most of my marbles intact. Although, come to think of it, some people might dispute that fact.
Most of the citations I’ve been entering over the last two weeks are for speeding (PA MVC section 3362, if anyone really wants to know that). Almost all of them are for idiots driving more than 20 miles over the speed limit. I had one where the kid was clocked at 98 mph in a 40 mph zone at 12:30 in the afternoon. Anyone who is familiar with Route 8 knows how stupid that is. Even on one of the residential roads where the speed limit is only 25 mph, drivers were ticketed for going 45-50 mph. (Oh, and for the record, I found out that the township makes a mere $12.50 per citation—that’s why we have to rely on grants to pay the officers for their time.)
Anyway, to amuse myself, I’ve been compiling some mental statistics. I’ve been looking at cars and colors, and at driver’s age and gender. It’s completely unscientific and I didn’t write anything down, but I’ve noticed some trends.
Here’s what I’ve found:
Most of the speeders are male, regardless of the time of day or night. The ages vary according to the time of day they were pulled over. In the evenings, they were predominantly under the age of 30. During the day, I was surprised to see a majority of senior citizens. I don’t know about you, but the idea of an 85 year old driving 70 in a 40 zone scares me. I’d rather take my chances with junior—at least he has some reflexes left.
Black seems to be the preferred color of vehicle for speeders, especially males under the age of 30. White is the preferred car color of the senior citizens. The next most popular color was red, followed by silver.
Like I said, none of this is scientific, but I found it interesting, especially the older people zipping around. I want to know why I never get behind them in traffic, especially when I’m running late for work in the morning. I always get stuck with the one going 20 mph, who lets everyone out at every intersection he passes, then takes about three years to turn into the church parking lot. It’s nice he goes to church in the morning, but can’t he wait until I get to work?
What does all this mean? I have no idea. Maybe someone can use this info for something worthwhile. If nothing else, it’s kept me from doing bodily harm to the guys I work with every day.