Life in the Fast Lane

I received my very first speeding ticket today. Just a few hours ago, in fact. I feel violated. I feel the crushing weight of that beastly combination - bureaucracy and safety. The Copper [read: Pig, Fuzz, Flatfoot, Bluebelly, Po-Po, High School Reject/Revenge Case] clocked me at 48 in a 35 zone, then asked if I had any legal reasons to be going so fast. I said, "Bitch, that's the going speed! I was going slow. Get out of my allergenic face, ho." Then I handed over my license and insurance. In this we got lucky. Only the day before did Marigold have the presence of mind to check for an updated copy of our insurance papers. They were old, and she updated them from our highly organized document filing system. I could have been charged a bunch more cash for that little paperwork mishap had this happened before today.

And the stupid thing is, I knew that they were speed-trapping people on this street [Abercorn]. I saw them doing it for the last week or so. The people in the neighborhood must have complained that traffic was too fast for them. But it is one of those streets that is difficult to stay at a steady 35. It is just too straight and uncluttered with traffic lights. It is especially difficult to keep my speed down with all those 53 stallions galloping hard beneath my Saturn SL1 hood.

I have to wait four days to find out how much I have to pay or how the court date thing works. This would be the first time of mine that I would have to go to court as an Offender Of All Things Good And Fair [read:Law]. It should be an experience if nothing else. Maybe I'll get The Book thrown at me. I'll have to bone up on my Law and Order watching.