Thursday, October 18, 2007

Lead Foot

Confession Time:

I have a lead foot. I like to drive my car...and fast. I think it's a trait I inherited from my Dad. Not the lead foot, but the appreciation of a good engine. He is a car connoisseur of sorts, and he loves nice cars. He, however, does not have the lead foot that his daughter does. I even have to admit that I have a teeny tiny bit of road rage.

Everyday, I take the same highway from start to finish. It takes me about 25 minutes to get to work. 30 minutes if I am going the set speed limit of 70 mph. I know where the cops hide out and when to slow down as I am approaching one of these said hiding spots.

I have to preface what I am about to say, with the fact that I have never been in an accident, I have had two tickets in my entire 12 year driving career and I think of myself as a pretty good driver. However, yesterday the lead foot was busted. I was clocked going 88 in a 70 mph zone. Even worse, it was a Michigan State Police officer. I knew right away he had me, and I conceded right before he had turned on his flashers. I pulled over, he made small talk with me about the hyphenation of my name; most likely to find out if I had been drinking. I was polite, he asked about my driving record, which I was happy to report was very good. About 5 minutes passed, and at that moment I realized that he was going to let me go. I couldn't believe it. I never catch a break like this, and frankly, he should have nailed me for how fast I was traveling. But, he didn't. I started crying! He asked if I was okay, and I said that he was so kind and we both went our separate ways; with my opinion of state cops, forever changed.

Lesson learned: The lead foot needs to be downgraded, and I need to slow down. And I am going to take his advice and do just that.

8 comments:

scott and rach said...

You lucky girl!

Karrie said...

Wow! That was nice of him to let you go, and what a way to learn that you need to change your habits. Good luck!

Beth said...

Holy crap! You are fortunate.
My super-long morning commute is, providentially, cop-free on 99.9% of the mornings. After almost 2 years of the drive, I am pretty used to going whatever speed I NEED to in order to get to work. However this morning was the 0.1% of the time when it was policed, and HEAVILY - 3 cops parked and spaced out between Marne and the GH exit. I am just glad it was raining and that I wasn't driving as fast as I usually do (*gulp*).

Erin said...

Em, you are a wild woman!

Amy Carroll said...

I, myself, have quite the lead foot and have been pulled over a few times in the area by state officers. I've found that the more honest you are, the better. If they ask me how fast I was going, I tell them exactly how fast I was going. I've had pretty good luck so far. Knock on wood ;)

Amanda said...

The ONE time I was pulled over, I got a ticket!!! And I didn't deserve it!

You are lucky to have gotten away!! Slow down girlie!

Christina said...

You cried? How funny! I mean, not that you were crying but you were probably just so taken aback by finally getting pulled over, your adrenaline probably brought it on. Good story!

Dad said...

It only happens to good looking women!!!!