Super Ticket
It is the end of an era... and one that I rather liked, in fact. Yesterday, I received my very first speeding ticket... ever. I was driving my superbert-mobile down to the penninsula to catch some summer sun instead of San Francisco fog on the Fourth of July. A rookie police officer and his beer-bellied partner pulled me over. I wasn't worried, since they usually check my license and find that I have no previous offenses. They generally figure it's a one-time fluke and let me off with a verbal warning. This has happened dozens of times.
As it turns out, these two didn't so much care about my squeeky clean driving record. I think it might have been the How to Write a Proper Ticket training day for the youngster. sigh. Traffic school, here I come. But, FYI... I will be throwing spitballs and giggling when the instructor says "throttle".
I suppose now that I have a sporty, little conbertible, I will get pulled over more often than when I was driving a janky, old Volkswagon. I have a friend who always drives like a grandma because he doesn't want a speeding ticket. I made fun of him for it. D'oh! If he's reading this, I hope he's laughing.
The good news is, I usually go about 90mph on that road. According to my citation, yesterday, I was only going 80mph. Hooray for sad country music, slowin' my driving down.
As it turns out, these two didn't so much care about my squeeky clean driving record. I think it might have been the How to Write a Proper Ticket training day for the youngster. sigh. Traffic school, here I come. But, FYI... I will be throwing spitballs and giggling when the instructor says "throttle".
I suppose now that I have a sporty, little conbertible, I will get pulled over more often than when I was driving a janky, old Volkswagon. I have a friend who always drives like a grandma because he doesn't want a speeding ticket. I made fun of him for it. D'oh! If he's reading this, I hope he's laughing.
The good news is, I usually go about 90mph on that road. According to my citation, yesterday, I was only going 80mph. Hooray for sad country music, slowin' my driving down.
posted by Bert at 9:35 PM
2 Comments:
I was amazed to hear that you had been pulled over DOZENS of times, until a friend told me that cops routinely let speeders pass on by until they see a cute girl they want to pull over.
However, I have to put on my Mom Hat for a second: When you're out on the road, think of all the little children in the back seats of cars. If their mom or dad or babysitter or kidnapper makes a stupid move on the freeway and gets in your way, it's a lot harder to stop from hitting them if you're going 90. And it's not their fault their mom/dad/babysitter/kidnapper is a lousy driver.
Ah yes. Well, that's the reason I reserve really high speeds for that stretch of road. There is hardly ever anyone on it. When there is, I of course, slow it down. I do see your point, and will be very careful to avoid mom/dad/babysitters in the future. Kidnappers I will chase down in my SuperBertMobile, rescuing the child and saving the day... all without dirtying my cape.
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