Editorial/Op

Letter to the Editor: Mad on Shoe Creek Drive

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    Speeding up & down my street! I don’t allow my grandchildren to ride their bikes anymore on Shoe Creek because of the speeding. And it’s not teenagers either! It’s mostly the seniors (I am a senior too) for whatever reason feel like they see a well paved road and think the speed limit is 55 and couldn’t care less about anyone else!
    Shoe Creek is a dead end street and that’s the reason I chose the house I live in because I thought it would be a quiet street to ride bikes on and walk. But no! 
    The speed limit is 30 mph and that is the speed I go while on the streets in my neighborhood or any neighborhood for that matter, but everyone does not feel the same way. I have been passed while on Morgan Meadow and Shoe Creek several times for going too slow! I have to drive in the middle of the street to get some people to slow down and not pass me. They get furious, but I don’t care! I’m tired of it.
    Seniors with gray hair just like me are driving like they are in some kind of race! They are for the most part the ones that I told my grandchildren to watch out for! If you go 30 mph, then they are all over you trying to push you to go faster! You would not think this is true but it is! I have witnessed this for the 8 years since I have lived here. I just don’t understand it.
    And may the Lord above help you if you see the FedEx, UPS or the UPSP truck coming. Head for the hills because they don’t slow down for anything. I know because they have been waved down and asked to slow down & the reply was “ OK, I guess I need to slow down”. Then you see them coming back up the street even faster! The garbage trucks & recycle trucks do the same.
    When I first moved on Shoe Creek, our recycle bin was hit so hard by a speeding driver that the bin was knocked up into the air and all the contents were all over my front yard! I wondered then who could hit it that hard in a neighborhood, but now I see!
    I’ve wanted to write this letter for 8 years & now I have done it.
Dorothy Deason