I live on a 1 way street with a high traffic volume. The speed limit is 25 MPH. Unfortunately, most that drive through, drive at 40 or higher. Understand, this is a narrow 1 way street with a ton of small houses stacked close together. Despite the two speed humps on the other end of the street, most people pick up momentum well before them and get enough air that they confuse the Newark Air Traffic Control Specialists.
I have a daughter. She is a curious little girl. She is only a year old. I love her and will do anything to protect her.
I have an idea.
I will sit behind my bushes with an old doll and some rotten tomatoes stuffed into the toy’s clothing. When a car is obviously racing past, I will simply toss the old doll in front of the car’s bumper. Hilarity will ensue.