Monday, May 03, 2004

stoopid rpd

So I was just kinda driving, on my way up Old Alturas, right? I am coming from Victor, and I cross that small bridge where edgewood drive is. There is this big hill, many of you may know, and I go around the corner, and who is sitting there but a friendly police officer. I, naturally, slam on the brakes. He, naturally, has his radar gun pointed RIGHT at me. I drive by slowly, and in my rear-view mirror, he turns around. He didn't even have to put his lights on, I just pulled over.

You know, there is this feeling you get, the one that sits in the bottom of your stomache when you know you just did something wrong. It was about the time that my car stopped on the side of the road when I got that feeling.

He strolled up to my car with that cocky walk that only a po-po can pull off right. It is history from there. He clocked me going 55 in a 35 zone, but only wrote me up for 50. I guess if you are going more than 15 over the limit your fine is automatically doubled (!) so he was doing me a favor. Now all I have to do is decide whether I should just pay the fine or if I should bother going to court and hoping he doesn't show up. Oh, yeah, and I haven't told my parents yet.