an unexpected stop
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.
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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:stress: No more teachers, no more books, no more pencils’ dirty looks… Oh, wait, there’s something wrong with that… Yeah, you won’t catch me speeding here in Houston! That’s only because everyone else drives like maniacs and I have out of state plates.