I suppose I'm fortunate since I had slowed down by the time the cop was in sight. He practically drooled all over the car! When he walked up to my driver window, he touched the car with his index finger and said "Tssst...HOT!" In trying to weasel my way out of a ticket I suggested that the car was a beast and hard to control, that the gauges were hard to see in the bright sun and that I had just come from the hairdresser and was trying to dry my hair.
He was rather entertained with my feeble attempts and then proceeded to tell me all about his former stang. He also offered to trade rides...but in the end, still wrote me a ticket for 61 in a 45. :damnit:
Ah well, I'll take defensive driving...and try to slow down.
He was rather entertained with my feeble attempts and then proceeded to tell me all about his former stang. He also offered to trade rides...but in the end, still wrote me a ticket for 61 in a 45. :damnit: Ah well, I'll take defensive driving...and try to slow down.


Well, his behavior really was rather boyish. I kept trying to hand him my license and insurance and he kept yapping about the stang. He just had to tell me how he had this beautiful '04 red GT and how his wife traded it in while he was in the hospital. He planned on getting a new one...but not yet. He blathered about how a manual is better than an automatic "but I'm not trying to put down yours". And finally, he tried to be really cute by saying "What are you doing on Friday?"...I said "What?"...and he said again "What are you doing on Friday?" I told him "Why?"...and he said "Well, if you call this number (municipal court) on Friday and tell them a reaaaallly nice officer pulled you over, maybe they'll dismiss."


Problem is, I just don't see myself slowing down anytime soon!