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