On my way to Lubbock today, I was forced to make an unexpected stop in New Mexico just outside of Clayton. Between Raton and Clayton, I decided to drive like a bat out of hell. I reached 106 and could have pushed higher but decided not to. Probably a good thing.

Just about 2 miles from Clayton, a state cop caught me going what he originally said was 87 in a 65. So I met him halfway with my license and insurance and was sure he was gonna write a ticket. And he did. I was sitting in the car just hoping he wouldn’t write it but it took him 10 minutes, all of which I had to wait. Come on, it’s Christmas. So, he called me back to his car. By that time, I was not too happy and acted upset. Not to the point that I wasn’t polite or anything. I just didn’t want or need to pay that ticket.

He first told me that he brought my speed down to 80 (he then said he caught me going 90) so I could pay $80 less. Great… But I then asked him if I could say something in my defense. I told him that people were passing up the whole time I was driving, that I was trying to stay with the speed of the traffic not to be a hazard to anyone on the road. The car behind me was keeping up with my speed as well; otherwise he would have passed me up.

So the officer, already having asked me where I was from, said he was from South New Mexico where he was on his way. He asked what I wanted to do about the ticket. I told him to SHOVE IT and took that ticket, tore it up, made hi. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .NOT. I told him that I’d call into the court to take care of it rather than send $68 to plead guilty. This means he’d probably have to make an appearance in court. He thought about it for a few seconds, and finally told me that this was a warning because he didn’t want to drive back up there just for that!!!

I thanked him and walked back to my car not realizing what he’d done. I would have gone up and hugged him if I realized it was just a warning and nothing further had to be done. So basically, that whole incident was just a little inconvenience rather than a $200 ticket. And so, I continued into Clayton to buy myself a nice medium Blizzard.

Lesson to learn? Don’t think you’re invincible with your speed; rather be smart and pay attention to what’s ahead. That’ll be the last time I’ll go over 100 . . . . . . . . . this year.

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