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.
Ah well, I'll take defensive driving...and try to slow down.