03/31/2026
In Indiana, speed limits aren’t posted… they’re interpreted based on vibes, cornfields, and how late you already are 🌽🚗
When you see “70,” what it really means:
Right lane: 68–74
(fully loaded pickup, cruise set, not moving over for anything)
Middle lane: 75–85
(everyone just trying to get to Indy before construction adds 20 minutes)
Left lane:
whatever speed that one guy decided after getting stuck behind a semi for 12 seconds too long
You’ll be cruising at 74 thinking, “yeah… this feels responsible,”
and then a truck flies past you at 92 like it just heard the words “last tenderloin sandwich on earth.”
There’s an unspoken Indiana rule: • 5 over = polite
• 10 over = normal
• 15 over = committed
• 20 over = you’re either late… or from Illinois
And somehow… the same highway has: • someone doing 85 weaving like it’s a mission
• and someone merging at 43 with zero hesitation
No eye contact. No urgency. Just faith.
Then of course… you hit the left-lane camper.
Exactly 70.
Cruise control locked.
Completely at peace with the chaos behind them.
Meanwhile 10 cars stack up like: “so… we all just living here now?”
But nobody honks.
Because in Indiana…
we don’t start problems.
We just: • pass on the right
• hit the gas a little harder than necessary
• and carry that mild frustration for the next 40 miles like it’s part of the drive 😅
