My lucky streak with speeding has officially ended after 9 years and 10 months. 03.26.2011. I-35 South. Near Gallatin, MO. Driving a cute little black Mazda 3 rental. Going 83. In a 70. $117. Thank you, patrolman Ott.
I couldn’t really be mad at the trooper. My luck had run out. I’ve been pulled over LOTS of times for speeding during the past near-decade and no tickets. Just one or two warnings.
I tried to blame the Mazda. I didn’t have cruise control and it was hilly. But then he pointed out I wasn’t going downhill the entire way. Oops.
I’ve never cried or done anything extreme to get out of tickets before, but somehow I escaped without one. I played it cool again this time, but with a different result. Maybe his ex-wife was a redhead. Maybe he was trying to fill his quota for the month. Or maybe I simply deserved the ticket.
I really can’t be mad at anyone but myself. It was 100% preventable. And receiving a ticket made me realize just how long I went without one. I definitely beat the odds. I just hope it’s another 10 years before my next one. In the meantime, I’ll be a bit more humble and try to slow it down.
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