03/28/2026
In Indiana, speed limit signs aren’t rules… they’re more like polite suggestions posted by someone who has clearly never driven on I-65 during construction season.
When you see “70,” what that actually means is:
Right lane: 63 behind a semi
Middle lane: 75 if you pick the correct gap
Left lane: whatever that rusty Silverado with a ladder in the back decides is acceptable today
You might be cruising along at a calm 72, minding your business, when suddenly a pickup blows past you at 90 like he just remembered he left the garage open back in Greenwood.
There’s an unspoken Indiana agreement that
5 over is respectful.
10 over is normal.
15 over means you’re late for work in Indy.
20 over means you’re either on I-65… or emotionally committed to getting home before the road construction moves again.
And then there’s that moment when you think you’re flying down the highway…
and a car with Illinois plates appears out of nowhere doing 105 like they missed their exit three counties ago and refuse to accept it.
Out-of-state drivers are always confused.
They’re gripping the wheel like,
“Why is everyone either going 55 or 90??”
Meanwhile Hoosiers are like,
“Relax… traffic’s actually moving today.”
But here’s the twist…
The same state that turns interstates into a speed experiment
will have someone merging onto the highway at 47 mph with full confidence,
like they’re easing into the parking lot at the county fair.
And of course…
there’s always that one person.
Left lane.
Going 61.
Next to a semi.
For five miles.
No signal.
No urgency.
Just vibes.
Everyone behind them is silently losing their mind…
but nobody honks. Nobody yells.
Because in Indiana, we don’t start road rage…
we just pass on the right, shake our head,
and say
“Yep… that sounds about right.”
