studio460
08-18-2003, 05:18 PM
Traffic was slow (not because of too many cars, everybody was just driving really slow!) as I picked up my girlfriend from across town . . . On the return home, after driving -10-20 MPH UNDER THE SPEED LIMIT for a stifling 20 minutes, I just couldn't stand it anymore. As I neared my home, the traffic finally cleared up. Three clear lanes on a wide boulevard with more than 200 yards between intersections . . .
About 50 yards ahead, I could see some debris in the number two lane. Starting from the number three lane, going about 35MPH, I downshifted and slammed the throttle to about 80%, swerving artfully around the discarded Hefty bag as I swung into the number one lane. The speedo needle teased the 70 MPH mark. The unexpected driving errand set me up (yeah, it was ALL her fault!). I wasn't in my usual "scan-for-cops-300-yards-in-every-direction" alertness mode. As I approached the next intersection I slowed to speed limit, as I typically do for safety reasons . . .
Then I saw the lights in my rear view mirror . . .
Both a motorcycle cop and a CVPI cruiser pulled up behind me. At least he didn't have his holster strap unbuttoned as he approached my car. Anyway, to make a long story even longer, as cordial as the officer was, and as amicable as I tried to be (even offering him to take the wheel of my Marauder after he asked several questions about the car), he very politely issued my ticket. My first moving violation in two years and eight months.
I must note a nice gesture on his part: he dropped my clocked speed by 10 MPH so that I would still qualify for traffic school . . .
About 50 yards ahead, I could see some debris in the number two lane. Starting from the number three lane, going about 35MPH, I downshifted and slammed the throttle to about 80%, swerving artfully around the discarded Hefty bag as I swung into the number one lane. The speedo needle teased the 70 MPH mark. The unexpected driving errand set me up (yeah, it was ALL her fault!). I wasn't in my usual "scan-for-cops-300-yards-in-every-direction" alertness mode. As I approached the next intersection I slowed to speed limit, as I typically do for safety reasons . . .
Then I saw the lights in my rear view mirror . . .
Both a motorcycle cop and a CVPI cruiser pulled up behind me. At least he didn't have his holster strap unbuttoned as he approached my car. Anyway, to make a long story even longer, as cordial as the officer was, and as amicable as I tried to be (even offering him to take the wheel of my Marauder after he asked several questions about the car), he very politely issued my ticket. My first moving violation in two years and eight months.
I must note a nice gesture on his part: he dropped my clocked speed by 10 MPH so that I would still qualify for traffic school . . .