In my little neighborhood, development is finally slowing down, mostly because there’s not much open farm land left to develop. The subdivision next to me was the start of the ludicrous when they advertised the development with the catch phrase, “Leave the city behind, come to the country.” Of course, all the streets have gutters and sidewalks - so very rural.

The one that still drives me crazy was the development on either side of Division Road. There is a rise on Division Road, whether you are driving north or south on Division, you come to a hill that is high enough that you cannot see the top of it until you are almost to the top. You travel on a short plateau that is there, and then you go back down the hill.

The new developments enter from the top of the hill, on the short plateau, effectively creating a crossroads at the top. It’s a really dumb place for an intersection, but so it goes.

Division Road, long a divider between cornfields, had a speed limit of 40 MPH when the subdivisions were opened. Not long after the subdivisions opened, residents went to the village and complained that the speed limit on Division Road was too high. When attempting to pull out into traffic, the cars cresting the hill could not be seen until they were right on top of the poor driver trying to pull out.

In agreement, the village lowered the speed limit to 35 MPH, and although it took time to get used to it, I travel 35 MPH on Division Road. It’s better than having one the of subdivision residents for a hood ornament. Now, granted, I’m probably one of the more aggressive drivers you’ll encounter on freeways, but on local roads where there may be children around, I’m a speed limit kind of driver. It’s safer and in the long run, a lot cheaper in avoided fines and raised insurance rates.

As you might guess, I am often tailgated on Division Road by impatient drivers who wish to drive much, much faster. Invariably, they turn into, or out of, the very subdivision for whom the speed limit was reduced. Last week, I was traveling my usual 35 MPH on Division Road, the speed limit I would like to remind you, being tailgated by a moron in a green Toyota. The moron in the Toyota was being tailgated by a bigger moron in a Pontiac. At the far southern end of Division Road, it curves and widens with an extra southbound lane.

Where the road widens, the two morons almost hit one another trying to get around me. The moron in the Pontiac cut me off, slammed on the brakes like he wanted me to hit him, then he waved at me. He didn’t use all the fingers on his hand. I believe his horn also has a malfunction, because it seemed to be sounding for an unusually long time.

Of course, I also carry a pen and paper. I have his license number. So does the local police department. The police assure me that they’ve already had a conversation with him about his driving habits and are watching for him, as am I.

Of course, you know which subdivision the moron lives in, right?