We were a little behind schedule getting out the door this morning. Once in the car I realized we were good and the pace no longer rushed. Caroline, was not aware that our risk of being tardy was no longer of concern. She reminded me with worry in her voice not to speed. I agreed and explained that I had left my days of scooting down the road in the rearview mirror when my precious cargo came into the picture. I told her of times that her dad and I raced all over foolishly with the top down in my Audi moons ago way before we dated/married. Don't worry, I omitted the parts about this happening late night after closing down Greg's. She went on to explain the importance of obeying the speed limit in true Caroline fashion.
When we speed the wind created by our cars makes it difficult for the bees to stand on the flowers. The petals get slippery and the pollen blows off their butts and they can't do their jobs. AND WE NEED THE BEES! THEIR JOB IS IMPORTANT! AND IF YOU GO TOO FAST, THERE WILL BE NO MORE BEES and WE WILL BE OUT OF FOOD!
That simple. You guys better mind the posted speed limits. Girl might be on to something. Now I'm wondering how these speed limits are determined.