French Speed Limits.

I have deliberately ignored the “New.”

What Speed Limits?  Apart from Motorways, everyone ignored them, even if there were any, which I must have missed.  We all just drove at whatever speed we felt like, age not withstanding.  Some old people drive at an alarming rate, me included.  It was the ones driving at a snail’s pace that were the danger.  And they certainly didn’t pay much attention to those on Motorways.

I have got this Theory that Benoit and Bertrand are driving around with a bunch of Speed Limit Signs in the back of a van.

Lann Georges, quite a large Hamlet with a really horrible hill, over which you cannot see over from either direction, has a Speed Limit of 70mpk.  While Petit Quello which is all of three houses has a limit of 30 mpk.  I mean, you are through Petit Quello before you even saw it coming.  No chance of slowing down.

So Ben says to Bert, “What shall we put up here?”  “What have we got” says Bert.  “Loads of everything” says Ben.  “So let’s toss for it.”

Consequentially there is the occasion on which there is a difference depending on which direction you are coming from.

I have decided not to join.  I am not good at 30mpk.  But always slow down at a Cross Roads because you never can tell who has got Right of Way.  And should you hit someone then bad French doesn’t help.

However, things on Motor Ways are going to change.  I spotted a Speed Camera last week. Oh My God.  But since I don’t ever feel the need to drive above 90kph, I don’t suppose it will affect me.

I did once upon a time in the days of the Aston Martin, but that was more about the speed to get you out of trouble.  There was always some dick head who wanted to take on a woman driving one of those.  The glory of that kick down will live with me for all of my life.  And I could negotiate rural lanes with such precision in absolute safety.  Aston Martins stop on a sixpence.  And at least my new second hand car has got breaks.  There’s a laugh.  The old van was really okay, and served my purpose for many a long year before it blew up.  But slowing down to 30kph now is a boring pain in the arse.  I shall deal with The Gendarmes if I need to.  But The Gendarmes remain very French and very respectful of old people.

Long Live France.

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