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Slow it down
S.T.O.P. class teaches valuable lessons about speeding
While watching bloody bodies
being pulled from mangled wrecks
and listening to sobbing parents over
the loss of their children, I began to
wonder how I could ever have sped.
I now realize how selfish speed
ing is. Killing yourself is one thing,
but putting other people’s lives in
danger is another. Lately, when I
drive home, I think about how many
of the vehicles that I pass are speed
ing, maybe even driven by someone
who is drunk. It is a scary thought.
When you think about it, there
really is no reason to speed. You
speed to class in the mornings so you
won’t be late for school, you say?
The solution is easy.
ics, uiai means gciuug up caiiici
too. If you plan your day more care
fully and still are running late,
speeding is still not the answer. I now
believe in arriving safe rather than
sorry- in a car instead of a body bag
at the morgue.
Speeding on a bicycle is less dan
gerous than speeding in a car, but not
as safe as speed-walking. There is
always a chance that a biker could hit
a pedestrian. I’ve seen it happen. It is
not a pretty sight.
Of course motorcycles are proba
bly the most dangerous vehicle of
all. At least an automobile provides
some protection in case of an impact
or rolling upside down. At least auto
mobiles have seat belts too.
Motorcycles are simply death on
Motorcycle operators really seem
to believe that the little helmet fas
tened around their heads is enough
protection in an accident. Even if the
driver’s brain does survive die acci
dent, there won’t be much skin left
on his body, because it will probably
be ripped offby the concrete when
the diver falls off the bike. This sce
nario doesn’t sound very appealing
Motorcycles are objects that
shouldn’t be allowed to operate, let
What will it take to reduce the
speed at which most people like to
dive? I have other friends who have
received numerous speeding tickets
throughout their driving careers. You
would think that acquiring more thai
one ticket would cause a diver to
slow down. But unfortunately, most
people still ignore the speed limits.
If giving away hard-earned
money and watching videos of hor
rendous car wrecks isn t enough to
stop speeding, other solutions need
to be devised.
Drivers tests should be changed
so that they are more difficult to
Another idea that I have heard is
to make the minimum age to get a
driver’s license 18 instead of 16. It is
believed that the older the driver, the
more mature and responsible he or
she is. However, as much as I want tc
believe that with age comes safe dri
ving, I have to disagree.
I can’t count the number of times
that I have been driving the speed
limit on the highway, (for those of
you that don’t know speed limits, the
usual highway limit is 55 or 60) and
a vehicle comes out of nowhere. In
no time the automobile is riding my
Tail gating annoys me almost as
much as speeding does. Most of
these tail gaters have been people
twice my age - people who are old
enough and should be wise enough
to know the clangers of speeding. I’m
sure that most of these speeders have
children, whom they would never
want to speed.
Parents who speed sure send
good messages to their children!
Not only did those tail gaters
twice my age follow me less than
five feet from the back end of my
car, but within a few miles each one
flew around me in a blur.
u wouia nave given me great sat
isfaction if I had been able to tell
each driver about the dangers of
speeding and how a person’s life can
change in the blink of an eye when
there is an accident But of course
none of the drivers could hear me, no
matter how loudly I screamed inside
Every time someone speeds
around me and leaves me in the dust,
I pray there will be a police car
parked on the other side of the hill.
There never is. But the funny thing is
that almost every time I get passed
by another vehicle, I end up meeting
that vehicle at the first red light
when I pull into town. Their speed
ing didn’t get them there any faster
So even though I was extremely
embarrassed to receive such an
expensive ticket, I am glad that I was
pulled over that fateful day. If I
wouldn’t have received that ticket, I
might still be endangering people’s
lives with my crazy driving on the
road. Pedestrians and bicyclists
could have been in trouble too!
As for others that still continue to
speed after reading this article,
shame on you. Most of you would
never think about murdering some
one, but vehicular homicide is also
taking someone’s life. So slow down.
Besides, life goes by too fast any
way, without rushing from place to
place in your car. X
Plan your day inadvancoS^^w?*
don’t have to speed to get some
where, and at ib&same time, you /
won’t put others lives, and your own,
I’m also warning you. If you hap
pen to speed by me, don't be sur
prised if you see die flicker of a bird
from my driver’s side window.
If I can’t get through to you with
common sense, I can at least vent my
TASHA KUXHAUSEN is a
major and a Daily
I got my first speeding ticket last
The officer had clocked me at 19
miles over the speed limit As if that
weren’t bad enough, I was caught
inside a work zone, so my ticket fine
was doubled. The bill totaled $271! .
Luckily, since it was my first vio
lation, I was able to participate in
i spent an entire Saturday in a
i defensive driver’s class. It was eight
hours that could have been spent
shopping, working or doing anything
In the end, I only had to pay $40
for the class, instead of $271 for the
ticket. So I guess I got a great deal.
But that class didn’t just refresh my
driver’s-ed knowledge and get me
out of a ticket - it opened my eyes.
(It became the turning point in my
We were shown video tapes of
drivers in devastating car accidents.
Some were drunk, others were sim
Iply driving tpo fast. Most did not
have their seat belts on. Wearing a
seat belt is one thing I’ve never had a
problem doing. I would feel naked if
I didn’t wear my seat belt
Every time someone speeds around me and
leaves me in the dust, I pray there
will be a police car parked
on the other side of the hill.”
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Confessions of a former heavy metal addict
A. L. FORKNER is a junior
news-editorial major and
Sa Daily Nebraskan colum
I can’t go on with this onus (engi
neering majors, look it up) on my
soul anymore. I have to confess my
past transgressions. I admit, I've
tried to hide my horrible secret for
However, I know for the sake of
the nation, it’s best if I just admit my
wrongdoing and face the conse
I have had an improper musical
I was once a glam, hair-metal
Yes, I was one of the shameless
who donned die bluejean jacket and
grew my hair long, at least as long as
my parents would allow.
I was the kid who used to ride his
bike to the mall to buy die new issue
of Metal Edge magazine every
Once, in an informal survey, I
listed C.C. DeVille as one of the five
greatest guitarists of all time. In my
defense, I also listed Eddie Van
Halen and Eric Clapton.
However, I reached my low, the
depths of addiction if you will, when
|| I purchased a Warrant CD. I still
'ringe when I think back to how
1 c >enthe lyric, “She’s my cherry pie;
piu ? smile on your face 10 miles
wide,” rolled out of my $14 Kraco
It was soon after that that I began
to seek help. I knew I had a problem,
and the only real answer was profes
So I enrolled in a pop metal reha
bilitation clinic. I was slowly weaned
off of Van Halen and Guns N’ Roses
with smaller and smaller doses of
stuff like Winger and Nelson.
Soon the withdrawal set in. I
would twitch in a cold sweat longing
for a whining guitar solo played by a
rail-thin man in spandex.
I was so desperate, I would’ve
killed for a Bon Jovi song.
However, I had only begun to
experience the worst of my prob
lems. See, I was hooked on the hard
The Power Ballad.
Poison’s “Every Rose Has Its
Thom,” Bon Jovi’s “I’ll Be There for
You” and the king of them all,
Extreme’s “More than Words.”
At night I would wake up in a
cold sweat with the piano riff from
Motley Crue’s “Home Sweet Home”
echoing in my skull.
It was a truly dark period in my
life. Today I see the old school pic
tures of me wearing that damn jack
et, and I want to hide in shame.
Thankfully, I’ve put it all behind
Hardly a day goes by without
temptation to headbang. Last semes
ter KRNU had a show that was noth
ing but hair metal. Naturally, that’s
the only station that comes in clearly
at work. Pure torture.
If I try to watch TV I always see
the commercials for the heavy metal
compilation albums. The retro fad -
has finally affected me.
As if all that weren’t bad enough,
Quiet Riot and Cinderella have both
played Lincoln in the past year.
Thanks to continuing support
from my fellow clinic members, I’ve
been able to stay clean. But it hasn’t
Did you know that Dee Snider
has his own syndicated-radio show?
You remember Dee. He was the
scary blonde with the filed teeth in
Keep in mind, I’m from the gen
eration that knew Niedermeyer from
the “We’re Not Gonna Take It” video
long before we knew him from
I live in the constant fear that I
will slip back into my addiction. I
fear my hair will grow out, my ear
ring will reappear.
God forbid, I might someday
wear stonewashed jeans with the
knees tom out again.
However, it’s the lady rockers
that have me the most worried. I
remember when “mall hair” was a
wnen 1 was a mgn scnooi tresn
man, I had first-hour gym class.
None of the girls did their hair before
class. After class, we’d come out of
the locker room and there would be
an Aqua Mist haze filling the gym.
Great for a buzz. Thank goodness
there was never a spark.
Recently, I’ve been traumatized
by films like Airheads. For a recover
ing metal head, it was terrifying. I
never have been able to watch Beavis
I’ve been trying. I’ve gotten bet
ter. For a while I substituted older
’60s and ’70s rock in its place. It is
like the recovering drug addict’s ver
sion of cigarettes.
However, I’ve made great strides
in the last year. I've begun to listen to
Matchbox 20, Ben Folds Five and
Fastball. Granted, it’s still pop-type
music. But it’s better than buying all
the old $4.99 CDs of the bad bands.
Frighteningly, I hear that Guns
N’ Roses is about to release another
Has our God forsaken /
I look at the vi.
musicians f I
now 1 V
plays golf in
got to be sign
singer from die
one of the
has become the
kings of Top 40
pop. At least
Steven Tyler pro
duced Liv from his
heavy drug days.
Sammy Hagar not
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