This weekend just gone, I went on a speed awareness course.
The first irony of many to be encountered across this post
is that I was aware of precisely how
fast I was going when I got nicked, back at the end of July – ie 37 mph.
What I was not aware
of was that Truvelo Combi (pictured) cameras take pictures of you from the front if you pass them at a
speed above the limit. I had always thought they were the ones that took your
number going in to a “measured mile” type of speed trap and then got you on the
way out if you’re too quick.
Naturally, I had intended to slow down sharply
right before passing the second
camera.
So I had already learned something valuable a long time
before going on the course.
I shall spare you any further details of my lawbreaking.
Suffice to say I was eventually faced with the following options:
- A £60 fine and 3 points on my licence
- Go on a 4.5-hour speed awareness course, which costs £75
Considering the price of car insurance these days – and the
risk of recidivism on my part (to which we will return later) – it was a no
brainer.
Not only that, I thought it would give me something funny to
write about here for you, my beloved readers. I was hoping for:
- A “scared straight” police lecture to take the piss out of;
- A local government health and safety boreathon to take the piss out of; or
- At least one or more foul-tempered 50+ Yorkshire arseholes who think that arguing with the poor schmuck giving the presentation will lead to the law being immediately changed in their favour and their course fee returned, with an apology for wasting their valuable time. To take the piss out of.
My hopes in these regards were to be dashed, although there
was (inevitably) a little dash of each. Just not enough to really get stuck
into.
Potentially ironic photograph |
It’s like ten thousand spoons when
all you need is a knife, innit? That is to say, debatably ironic but primarily
just a little bit disappointing and wearing.
To give them their due, the pair
who ran the session were very entertaining – given the subject matter and
the fact that most people there were being forcibly detained under pain of
punishment for the first time since school. On a sunny Saturday afternoon, no
less.
I did also learn a couple of things:
- Unless there’s a sign to say otherwise (or you’re on a motorway or dual carriageway) the presence of street lighting = 30 mph speed limit. “Built up area” means nothing in this regard.
- A multi-lane road is only a dual carriageway if there’s a central reservation – and this is important because there is a different national speed limit for single carriageways and dual carriageways (ie for cars, 60 mph and 70 mph, respectively).
I expect you knew
all of that, right?
As you would expect, we also heard some harrowing stories
about how cars going too fast had killed people, saw some harrowing videos of
cars going too fast killing people, collectively imagined what it would be like
be driving a car too fast that had killed some people etc.
For me however the problem was this. Even after 4.5 hours of
listening, nodding along and generally taking it all in, I didn’t really feel
as though I had done anything wrong.
I got done driving past a speed camera around 7pm in the
evening. There was nobody around.
On one side of the road beyond the pavement, there was a
brick wall with woods on the other side of it. The wall is approximately 6 feet
high on the other side of it. So nobody is about to dive into the road from that
side.
On the other side is a grass verge, a pavement, a small
wall, a big open lawn and finally a block of flats.
The view is very good; there are no junctions or other
hazards. There are streetlights. I’m
checking all this on Google StreetView as I write, so this is not just how I
remember it.
I am not saying that I shouldn’t have been done because of
all these things. I’m saying I can’t understand why there is a speed camera
there, unless it is just an instrument of revenue-raising or tyrannising
drivers with the threat of constant surveillance.
I just cannot see a real safety reason for that camera to be there - or for a lot of other cameras to be where they are. Which makes one think: "Yes, I understand and agree with everything you've said. But what has it got to do with the situation I found myself in, which was completely unlike everything you've talked about?"
I just cannot see a real safety reason for that camera to be there - or for a lot of other cameras to be where they are. Which makes one think: "Yes, I understand and agree with everything you've said. But what has it got to do with the situation I found myself in, which was completely unlike everything you've talked about?"
Honestly, I wanted
to come out of that course a changed man. For £75 you expect an epiphany, not just a couple of cups of coffee and a free
pencil. I’m not sure I was even supposed to take the pencil.
But I didn’t.
I’m not an habitual speeder – on a scooter one rarely has
the opportunity to break the limit. But I still believe in my stomach that the risk
of getting caught or having an accident is sometimes outweighed by my need to
be somewhere, fast. I can’t help it. It’s pre-rational.
I’ll probably still believe that right up until something
awful happens.
Isn’t it ironic? Don’t you think?
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