Suburbia...

Driving home, through the neighborhood, in the Miata after picking up the new sink at Lowes (had to tie down the trunk, but it fit)  I pass this couple walking their dog, wave as usual, and as I pass I hear her say 'Slow Down' - it takes me a second to process that and look down at the speedometer - 26mph. For all practical purposes I'm obeying the speed limit.  (As I tend to do - though it may be in higher revs in 2nd gear rather than a silent 4th gear and I may not slow down for turns - but still - for all practical purposes, obeying the speed limit)

So I stop, put the car in reverse, back up, and simply say that was 26 miles per hour.  She looks confused and says something about how that's still a little fast and I might run over someone's kid or pet or something.

Perhaps I could have mentioned braking distances for this particular car and how the very short stopping distance from 25mph would be pretty much identical to the stopping distance from 26mph, give or take a foot, but decide that would be too much detail for the situation and put the car in 1st gear, which I hold the rest of the way home, happy to have corrected someone's misconception, but wondering if she says that to everyone by default, or was drunk and thinking things were moving rather fast... beats me.

The oddities of living in the suburbs...