Which countries use miles per hour?

How many countries still use miles per hour?

Okay, so, miles per hour, huh? Reminds me of that road trip I took last summer.

Me and my friend Sarah, we drove down to Florida from Pennsylvania. That was a looooong drive, I tell you.

I remember seeing all those speed limit signs in mph. It felt so weird, almost like stepping back in time. Like, ONLY the U.S. uses mph for speed limits, right? The UK too, I think, but yeah.

I’m 100% sure I read it somewhere. Everywhere else uses kilometers per hour. Must be really weird when Europeans or Asians drive over here, having to convert everything!

• It makes me think.
• The UK is interesting, but not the topic here.
• I feel odd writing this.

My car has mph displayed. Thank God!

Additional Information:

• USA: Definite user.
• UK: Yeah, them too.
• Caribbean Islands: Places like the Bahamas, maybe?
• Dependent Territories: Some might cling to it.

Does the UK use mph or kph?

Ugh, the UK? They definitely use mph.

I know they do. I drove there last summer, 2024.

We rented a Vauxhall Corsa, right? Drove from Heathrow to… Bath.

• Airport: Heathrow
• Car: Vauxhall Corsa
• Destination: Bath

The speedometer was all in mph, of course. Thought it was so strange! Kept having to do mental math.

So annoying, actually. Felt like I was constantly doing algebra while trying to navigate those teeny, tiny roads.

Honestly, I nearly crashed like, five times. I’m serious. The road was narrow and winding, with cars coming the other direction.

And signs? All mph. Makes no sense! The rest of Europe’s on kph, right?

Felt like going back in time!

I kept thinking I was driving way slower. But the GPS kept yelling at me to speed up. It was chaos!

The UK’s the only country I know using mph. Totally weird.

I remember mumbling, “Oy! Miles per hour, innit?” sarcastically, lol. It’s true!

Who still uses mph?

The UK, definitely. Always has, always will, I reckon. Stubborn bunch, us Brits. Miles per hour. It’s just… ingrained.

America too. Big country, big cars, big speeds. Doesn’t seem like they’re changing anytime soon. A part of their identity, maybe? They’ll never give that up.

Canada too, I suppose. A lot like the States, in that way.

Key Players:

• United Kingdom: Deeply rooted in their culture. Will never switch, I’m convinced.
• United States: Massive infrastructure already built around mph. Change would be a nightmare.
• Canada: Close ties to the US. Following suit, naturally.

Other Holdouts:

• Many former British colonies. Inertia is a powerful thing.

It’s a weird thing, clinging to these old systems. Makes me wonder sometimes, you know? About the past and all the resistance to change. This is one thing I am sure about though. It’s just how it is. Some things, you can’t just easily change.

Which countries still use mph?

Miles per hour? Oh, you mean that antiquated speed unit? Primarily, you’ll find it clinging to life in the United States and the United Kingdom. Gotta love our stubborn refusal to fully embrace the metric system.

It’s also kicking around in a few other places, often islands dotting the map, or places that once enjoyed afternoon tea with the British Empire. Think: places where crumpets and mph coexist.

Why? Well, inertia’s a powerful force. And sometimes, changing everything is just too much bother, right? It’s like re-organizing your sock drawer. Nobody wants to, but.

Basically, inertia and historical links are the culprits. And my love of a good cuppa, of course.

• United States: Forever clinging to the “freedom units.” I swear, we’ll adopt the metric system right after pigs fly… or maybe after I actually organize that sock drawer.
• United Kingdom: They mostly use miles, but distances are shrinking, innit?
• Smaller territories: Various islands and associated territories, often connected to the UK or US. Think: sunny beaches and speeds measured in…miles. (Isle of Man, anyone?)
• Historical ties: A few other nations with historical connections might still display mph on some road signs or older vehicles. Gotta love legacy systems!

And hey, isn’t it kinda quaint? Like using a rotary phone? Or writing with a quill? Okay, maybe not that archaic. I exaggerate. Though, my phone IS pretty ancient if you ask my kids.

What unit of speed is used in Germany?

Germany? Kilometers per hour, darling. Duh. Like, it’s not rocket science, or even bicycle science for that matter. Though, given their engineering prowess, I bet their bikes are faster than mine.

Key takeaway: km/h. End of story.

Seriously though, the speed limits are a bit…peculiar. Think of them as a meticulously planned game of “almost but not quite”.

• 50 km/h in towns – because apparently, Germans appreciate a leisurely stroll, even in their cars. My grandma drives faster.
• 100 km/h outside towns – slightly faster. Still feels like crawling to me. I’m pretty sure my goldfish could keep up.

It’s all multiples of 10, naturally. Because Germans are precise people; they wouldn’t dare to do things differently. My friend Stefan once got a ticket for doing 101. Brutal. The Autobahn, of course, is a different beast altogether – a speed-demon’s playground. But don’t forget the recommended speed, which is 130 km/h, even if no limits exist.

You’d think, with all that Autobahn freedom, they’d go wild. They don’t. They’re surprisingly good drivers. Much better than those Californians that cut you off on PCH during peak hour. No comparison, honestly.

This whole system, however, is less about speed and more about order. A testament to their meticulous, almost robotic efficiency. Their trains are similarly punctual. It’s quite impressive, if a bit intimidating. Makes my chaotic life feel… messy.

What countries drive in miles?

Miles. The very word whispers of journeys, of open roads stretching endlessly under a vast sky. A ribbon of asphalt unwinding, a promise of untold adventures. Liberia… the sun bleeds across its landscapes, painting the dusty miles in hues of gold and ochre.

Myanmar… ancient pagodas rise, serene witnesses to countless miles traversed by pilgrims and traders. Their shadows long and stretching… like the roads themselves.

United Kingdom… rain-washed streets, cobblestones worn smooth by centuries of passing wheels. Miles that speak of history, whispering tales of kings and queens, rebels and poets. Each mile echoes with footsteps, with carriages, with lives lived and lost.

The United States… boundless horizons. Desert stretches into mountains. Endless miles unfurl before you, an invitation to explore. A feeling of freedom, raw and untamed. Miles upon miles.

Key Points:

• Liberia: Miles under a relentless sun. Dust devils dance along the roads.
• Myanmar: Ancient lands, spiritual journeys measured in miles. Temples etched against the sky.
• United Kingdom: History etched onto every mile. A tapestry woven with time and rain.
• United States: Immense distances. Open roads stretching forever. A sense of expansive freedom. The sheer magnitude.

The weight of miles. A tangible sensation, a physical presence. My own car, a worn 2018 Honda Civic… countless miles under its belt. Each dent, each scratch… a story told in miles. The feel of the steering wheel, hot from the sun… I close my eyes and I’m there. Again. Driving. Miles and miles. Always more miles. The rhythmic hum of the engine… a lullaby of the road. The freedom of the miles, endless miles. Always miles. The endless miles. Miles.