Every day I see the need for increased law enforcement on our highways. Hardly a trip to town goes by without another motorist passing me on a double yellow line, and usually at a high rate of speed. Recently I was making a right-hand turn onto a secondary road when a pickup passed me on a double-yellow line and met a car headed toward us. It was a close call.
Hills, curves or intersections make no difference to motorists exceeding the speed limit and rushing to get wherever.
I am actually surprised that our high highway-death rate is not even higher, given what I see daily. I understand that we have more than 100 fewer troopers on our roads than we had a decade ago, yet we have more motorists, more traffic deaths and more insurance claims, not to mention all-too-frequent drinking drivers.
Between these dangerous drivers and those who fail to illuminate headlights in the rain or at dusk, I am scared to leave home. As a motorcyclist, I find these dangers to be compounded.
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I would gladly pay more fuel tax if the money were directed to restoring our highway law enforcement to the previous level — and paying these civil servants adequately for the services they render to us.