Rip Wheeler@WheelerRipWA
70 MPH on I-5 in Washington might be the most confusing relationship you’ll ever have.
Go a little too fast—and a state trooper materializes out of the fog like he sprouted from the pine trees, radar gun already locked on.
Go a little too slow—and a mud-splattered Subaru Outback with a kayak on top blows past you at 85 while the driver casually sips their third coffee.
Your GPS says “arrive in 2 hours,” but I-5 says, “best I can do is 4… and a mysterious slowdown where nobody knows why traffic stopped.”
The rain starts, stops, then starts again. An RV camps in the left lane at 60 like it owns the road. A Tesla glides by in near silence like it’s already late for a meeting in Seattle.
Welcome to Washington—where the forests are endless, the weather has commitment issues, and the speed limit feels more like a loose suggestion than an actual rule.
