Question for you: What’s 3 inches tall, and pisses me off? That’s right, the answer is speed bumps.
Now, don’t get things twisted, I’m not one of those Volkswagen kids with crazy camber, zero suspension travel, and frequently cracked oil pans. I am a responsible adult that enjoys driving sporty cars. My daily driver is a Porsche Boxster with 100% stock suspension, and a 1995 Audi Ur S6 with a 1″ sport spring kit from H&R, and perhaps more importantly, a 3″ cat-back 2Bennett exhaust system. When I pulled into my apartment complex this evening, there was a temporary sign stating to take caution, as they had just installed a new speed hump. In fact, they had installed two new speed humps, increasing the number of speed bumps I need to traverse to get to my garage to a grand total of three. The one that’s been there all along is maybe 1.5 inches tall, and I’ve never had any issues driving over it. The second one is taller than the first, but still causes no issues. The third one, though, is absolutely too tall.
I hate it. It’s absolute bull, and I’m about to go on an old-man-get-offa-my-lawn-rant about it. Hit the jump to join me on this journey of salacious prose against the fools that run my neighborhood!