The Road Bites

Oh man, the road can bite you. No.... thank God I did not fall on my motorcycle or get in an accident. But I did get a ticket. Uhhh, so frustrating. I have prided myself in only getting a ticket once and that was on a lonely, abandoned road in Hawaii, many years ago. But he had me. 9 miles over the posted speed limit. Wait did I say posted. Let's say the established legal limit. Believe me I was at fault but who knew there were "Urban districts" where the speed limit on a side street is not 35 but 30. It didn't help that when you exit 610 north onto N. Main there is no sign posting the speed limit for about a mile. 30 miles/hr .... really? It wouldn't have mattered since he got me at 39 miles/hr. the fine is only $10 less. I used to think they gave you up to 7 miles an hour over the limit. But really, I just wasn't paying attention to my speed. BUT, I AM NOW. BELIEVE ME.

I have been wondering what it would take to slow me down. You know... get some patience so I wouldn't get so frustrated with all my "friends" on the road. Pain... in the wallet... and 5 hours for defensive driving, that got my attention and has slowed me down. At least for a while. I'm driving slower these days and watching my speedometer. Now, I haven't actually taken the course yet but will probably do the comedy version on line. But just thinking about 5 hours taking defensive driving pains me.

I wish I could complain of injustice. Like a speed trap or something. But being honest, if I was really paying attention I would have seen the officer and instinctively hit my brakes no matter what my speed and would have avoided all this. I feel stupid. God, I don't want another ticket.