It was bound to happen eventually. I got a speeding ticket today in the MINI. 40 in a 25 westbound on 63rd St. just past State Line in Mission Hills. I'm not lying when I say I was coasting downhill with the clutch in when I got nailed. Remarkably I was not mad. The officer was pleasant and even apologetic. The first thing he said to me was how much he liked my car. He then said he was sorry to have to pull me over but I was doing 40 in a 25. He then asked me for license and proof of insurance and while I was digging for both he commented that his wife has been wanting a MINI. As I handed him my I.D. I said, "They're great cars if you can manage to keep them under the speed limit." He laughed and said he'd be right back after he checked my license. I honestly thought he was going to give me a warning. No such luck. The officer returned and told me that he would have given me a warning but 40 was a little too fast to overlook. He then proceeded to ask me how much MINIs sell for and what kind of options are available. We chatted for a few moments and I apologised for speeding.
The cap on this little event is that I have to hand over the keys to the MINI for an entire week. My wife and I made an agreement when we bought the car last year. If I got a speeding ticket she would get to drive the car for a whole week. The inevitable happened. So from next Sunday to next Saturday I'll be going through a little motoring withdrawal.
Posted by todd at May 17, 2004 10:32 PM
Forty in a 25 — you call that speeding?
Perhaps I’ve been living too long in the land of the televised police chase, but I sure hope there were children and puppies in a crosswalk nearby, because that is freaking sad.
If you knew you were busted, you should’ve gunned it up to at least twice the posted limit, just so you could’ve embellished that girly, ripped-from-the-pages-of-*Cosmopolitan* traffic-stop story a little bit.
And while your naivete is kind of charming, I gotta tell ya, buddy: with your goatee and your Rubenesque figure, it would’ve taken the performance of your life and a special kind of cop for you to get off with just a warning.
Posted by: Shepcat on May 17, 2004 11:12 PMDid I say 40 in a 25. I meant 40 OVER in a 25. : )
Really, the wife said it was good that I got the ticket I got instead of all the one’s I deserved and didn’t get for doing 40 over in a 65 as I’m apt to do.
Here’s hoping the karmic scales are once again in balance.
I’m not holding my breath.
Posted by: todd on May 18, 2004 09:58 AMuhm. i’m not familiar with this word, apologised… are you now officially a brit, dude? have you changed your language on your computer? LOL!
Posted by: jason on May 19, 2004 02:12 AMJason - I haven’t expatriated but my spell check must have a British bent because it’s always throwing in extra u’s like in colour and flavour. What can I do. : )
Posted by: todd on May 19, 2004 09:46 AM