When is the last time you took a risk? How did it work out? – Asks the daily prompt.

Every time we get in our cars we take a risk. Yesterday was no different except the incident was right in my own neighborhood. I’ve lived here for 40 years, and I’ve never been passed on our neighborhood street. Our neighborhood is only one dead end street that is less than a half mile long.

So, on the way home after dinner this car flew past me a few doors up from my home on a curve. I went down the street to see where this person was going. I returned to my home and calmed down for a few minutes before walking down to the home that used to be one of our friends who had just moved a few months before, so these are new neighbors.

I was calm in speaking to the mother who came to the door and didn’t curse or threaten but I made it clear that wasn’t acceptable being I was doing 23 mph in a 25-mph speed limit. I pointed out that there are a lot of children, grandchildren and elderly around and it would be very serious if someone were to get hurt. She said she’d speak to her son.

Well, the father came up later and apologized for the son and said he would be up also to speak to me also. I thought that was great because that is what I would do except I’d have my son with me.

I’m not the neighborhood busy body or police but when someone does something that threatens the community, I’ll say something. Now there are people in the world where this might not have turned out as well. Unfortunately, I’ll probably get a second swing at this because there is another new neighbor who has some friends that come over in their exotic cars and have gotten squirrely in the neighborhood.