Seems like a long time ago, when either Bob Seeger or Sammy Hagar sang that song ‘ I can’t drive 55!’
It’s about time we got rid of speed limits based cars built in the 1950’s with drum brakes and 50’s tech suspensions.
Sammy
It was Sammy Hagar:
Gonna write me up a 125
Post my face wanted dead or alive
Take my license, all that jive
I can’t drive 55! Oh No!
Uh!
So I signed my name on number 24, hey!
Yeah the judge said, “Boy, just one more...
We’re gonna throw your ass in the city joint”
Looked me in the eye, said, “You get my point?”
I said Yea!, Oh yea!
Write me up a 125
Post my face wanted dead or alive
Take my license, all that jive
I can’t drive 55!
Oh, yea!
I can’t drive 55!
I can’t drive 55!
I can’t drive 55!
I can’t drive 55!
Uh!
When I drive that slow, you know it’s hard to steer.
And I can’t get get my care out of second gear.
What used to take two hours now takes all day. Huh!
It took me 16 hours to get to L.A.
Gonna write me up a 125
Post my face wanted dead or alive
Take my license, all that jive
I can’t drive 55!
No, no no,
I can’t drive...
(I can’t drive 55!)
I can’t drive...
(I can’t drive 55!)
I can’t drive 55!