I’ve always had a bifurcated relationship with the police. Don’t get me wrong. I think anyone who wears a badge for us is a saint. It’s just when I’m driving that I sometimes prefer not to see them behind me.
This week, Houston’s finest have had speed traps operating on the street where I live. And I find that I’m grateful for their work.
I have the good fortune to live in a nice neighborhood, but my street also happens to be a major thoroughfare. While the timing of the neighboring stoplights make it easy enough to back out of my driveway, the speed of the drivers going by can be a little perturbing when I’m out in the front yard…or more importantly when my daughter or wife are out there. I swear sometimes the semis going by seem to create vortexes that could suck you into the street.
I find that usually people are all for law enforcement, and even enforcement of traffic laws unless they are driving and their driving is under review. Personally, I don’t like speed traps much in theory, but this week, I’m kind of grateful for the folks trying to get drivers to stop blowing down the 30 mph street at 50 or better.
I understand the desire to go faster and to get to where you’re going quickly. And I have probably been as guilty as anyone else of the same kind of behavior I am hypocritically hostile to these days…and I suppose speed traps beat the heck out of speed bums.
I don’t really care how fast people go on the freeway…but I’d prefer it if the street where I lived was more neighborly than freeway-like. And I’m grateful to HPD for trying to make it that way.