I know I did not say anything on my blog about this. I was hesitant to dash your illusions of virute, honor and perfection, but the time has come for you to know the truth. I am a reckless law-breaker. I had my license suspended three months ago.
Origonally I didn't mention it because I didn't want Dad to find out. Not that it would have mattered, but I was saving myself a few hours in lectures. My dear Mom didn't know that I had conveniently forgotten to mention it to him, So, it was of course, brought up in conversation. Most likely, she was verbally flogging him for his bad example. Anyway.
But I am now sharing this with you so you can rejoice that today is my last day on suspension. How terrific is that? While some of you might be smirking since you know I have been driving anyway, I can drive now without the mortal fear I will be stopped and thrown in jail. Though I am sure that would be a terribly enlightening experience.
So, here is to life in the fast lane again!
Just in case you were wondering, my transgression was going 91 in a 55. Not drunk driving as I am sure you were thinking.
Congrats on the lifting of the suspension.. and for NOT getting tossed in the can for driving while suspended!
91 in a 55? Speedy little thing, ain'tcha?? :)
What little sports car are you driving dear lady?
Yes, dear lady, tell us what you are driving? *smirk*
I just read your "100 things." Number 14 is so incredibly hilarious, I was on the phone when I read it and began huffing raggedly in an attempt to not laugh. The man to whom I was attempting to speak thankfully did not notice.
"Aerial...."
Well. If you MUST know what I was driving, I shall tell you.
My Dad's car.
Which is this huge automobile that looks like a barge. But, can move quite speedily. It tops out at 125, not bad for a old man car if I do say so myself.
I have only ever had one ticket. A parking ticket.
Have talked or cried my way out of all other infractions. Including a serious fender bender.
My first ticket I was unable to get out of it, it was a female cop.
This ticket, it was four in the morning and he could have revoked my license for a year on the spot, so I really wasn't complaining.
While on this suspended license I got in a accident and talked him out of calling the police.
Good grief! You people are bad!
I've only had one ticket my entire life, and that one was in Oklahoma, and the officer was really cool about it at he put me on probation, which means I only owed the fine ($115).
However, I've had several close calls, the worst being one night after a late shift at IBLP. I was headed out to see a movie (it was 11:45 P.M.), and I didn't see the cop until I was right on top of him. I was doing 105 in a 55. *wince* But apparently he got a call while filling out my ticket because he came back, gave me my stuff, said "Have a lucky day" and drove off in a hurry.
I was so excited. :)
Those 'old man' cars with their big V-8 were always deceptively fast for their size. No smirk :)
Sem:
There is only one way to get out of a ticket such as you described and good girls like me theroetically don't know about such things. So either you didn't really get stopped or that police man received a little more than "a call."
On my way to Colorado last year, I got my peppy little car (Mercedes C-280 Sport) at speeds up to 145 for quite a distance, on I-40. A little Beamer and I were cruising along quite happily, each taking turns leading for about 45 minutes. It was a rush. Both of us had radar detectors and a long straight road to fly down. Yes, it was wild, crazy and (gulp) ILLEGAL to do that, but it was early morning and almost no traffic was on that road. My radar detector is certainly not a license to speed and I don't use it for such, but it was a small comfort to have it as an early warning. I usually drive the speed limit, and consequently have not had a ticket in years. Still, no justification for my craziness.