The entire train of cars was breaking the
law but only the racey-looking cars got tickets.
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Hey, at one ponit in history I was that person but in a silver VW Quantum
with the 2.2 liter Audi 5 cylinder engine.
There we were, buzzing along happily in a caravan of 4 cars at triple
digits. 4 lane highway, no traffic, no cross roads, perfect weather
conditions, good music on the radio, yadda yadda yadda.
I was the last guy in the line of cars and that was my mistake. I looked in
the rear mirror occasionally and the last time that I checked it there was a
State Trooper RIGHT THERE on my butt. Not a 1/4 mile back or still
approaching, but 20 feet back with lights spinning.
Damn. I pulled over to take my medicine. We chatted for a while and he was
very nice, but I still got the ticket. He was kind enough to "just" write
me for 85 in a 65 zone. He told me that he was doing over 120 to catch us.
He also asked if I had a good reason for driving so fast. I said something
to the effect of "well, nothing that's gonna get me out of this ticket". We
both chuckled, but I got the ticket.
I asked him why he pulled me, in my 4 door VW, over instead of the red
Porsche 944, the yellow Saab or the blue Corvette.
He asked if I'd ever been bird hunting.
"Yes" I answered.
"Well, when you flushed a whole bevy of birds how'd you know which one to
aim at?" he asked.
"Oh, I get it. The unlucky one, right?"
"Yup" he said.
3 points against my license but amazingly it was a cheaper fine that just 10
over in a residential zone a year earlier in Overland Park Kansas.
That was in January of 1990 and it was my last speeding ticket. (Knock on
wood.)
Eric Linnhoff in KC
1998 Dodge Neon R/T
#69 DS #13 TLS
eric10mm@qni.com
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