I'm going to be honest with you, I love driving fast. I love the thrill of my tyres worn down to slicks skidding across a freshy moistened oil pool after weeks of sun, tarmac and motorist abuse. That moment you turn the corner and the back wheels slip out and near-squash an oncoming cyclist. He got away with it, at least this time. Deus Vult.

The speed limits are not set for men like me. They're not even set for the average person. They're set for the bottom rung of the ladder, the drooling at the lips retard without sense nor grace. Speed limits are set for lesser beings, the people who are as to myself as an ape to the normal man is. If a thick-skulled brute in charge of a Nissan Juke is allowed to do 40 safely on a country road, I can do it without dropping below 60 and I'd be fine, and 80mph would probably be about right for a limit.

This is why I think speed limits should be assigned for the person, not for all users of any one road.

Don't get me wrong, some roads should have different limits, but I think it should be a tiered system. Perhaps Motorways, instead of being 70 (when they're not limited to 50 for some nonsense emissions reasons), could be a Grade A road - which would be divided into:

Good drivers: 120mph limit
Average drivers: 90mph limit
Bad drivers: 65mph limit (with no access to the right-most lane

This system would work for all road types, allowing the better drivers to go faster than women can.

And in this system, I would have all speeding cameras removed, and ban the use of them by police. Speeding never killed anyone, bad driving did. Police and cameras will now be repurposed to monitor for middle lane drivers, texters, distracted drivers, Peugot owners and anyone who blocks a zipper merge opporunity to fill their wretched soul with holier-than-thou attitude when they're entirely in the wrong.

I also belive some roads should not be used by normal people. Good windy driving roads through spectacular set regions of hills and mountains and views of the ocean, where the rush of every corner fills the soul with joy, should be a feature only the deserving get to experience. I do NOT want to sit behind some piece of shit car driven by a commuter without any overtaking opportunity, who sits at 40mph despite the road being a 50mph which, despite that, could be driven at 70mph safely. These people would be forced to use motorways, dual carriageways or less interesting routes, reserving the spirited road for the man for whom his car is a steed that he is connected to, to which he feels every purr of the engine and plays the gears like a conductor at the Albert Hall, creating a symphony of explosions as rubber meets road on the edge of life and death, a dance on the verge of heaven and hell, with the devil on your shoulder at all times telling you to push just a little harder on the next bend.