I’m not what you’d call a reckless driver, despite getting a speeding ticket now and then. And in over a million miles of driving (probably closer to 2), never had an accident other than some guy in West Virginia running a stop sign and my broadsiding him in my aunt’s ’66 Ford LTD station wagon.
When I was 16.
With some experience I probably could have avoided that too.
Last week had the craziest experience – I am on the right lane, right turn only, and a kid to the left of me decides he wants some gas and literally flings his wheel cutting right in front of me. One moment the lane is clear for you to make a right turn and the next moment you see the side of a Chevy Cruze blocking your view.
I managed to avoid that, although my car must have had inches to spare.
And I managed to go some 15-20 years without a ticket, having learned that it is always best to go just a bit slower than some other guy on the freeway. And don’t weave in and out, so as to attract attention.
I had a good friend for years, British ex-patriot, who was what I could consider to be a master mechanic. After he retired I would “help” him at his home fixing the occasional club member’s cars.
Bob used to say in all the time he was in London through the 1950s, cops wouldn’t ticket you for simply going a few miles over the limit, but they would for driving recklessly.
Of course now all that has changed with traffic cameras ready to mail you a notice.
So anyway I am on one of my road trips last summer, with an intention of visiting a friend in Sand Point, ID.
And I like to avoid the Interstates when I can, preferring the scenic routes.
And Highway 30, along the Columbia River on the Washington side, is one of those roads. It is a beautiful drive.
So anywho, I am just loping along and come to the crest of a hill. I pass a white SUV going the opposite way and you just have a feeling when his lights pop on right on passing, that is for you. Didn’t even wait for him to pull up behind me, I just pulled over at the next opportunity while he made his U-Turn.
Ten miles over the limit, you can mail it in when you get home, thank you very much.
I thought nothing much of it other than the general feeling one gets when getting a ticket. Mailed in the $156 up to Washington. Thought it was a “bargain” because in tax greedy California with all the “supplementary fees” tacked on, that ticket probably would have been around $400.
Although in California, if you haven’t done so in the last 3 years, and your speed wasn’t that much over the limit (I’m thinking 15-20 mph), you can attend a
re-education camp traffic school for an agonizing Saturday and while still paying the fine, keep it off your record.
So anyway, I didn’t think much more of this.
I thought I would consolidate my insurance policies to one company and get a discount they promised.
And I am ready to go, realizing I will save about $400.
Until the agent taps the “send” button for my application and she sees that ~!@#$% ticket. And the cost suddenly went up $400.
Looks like I’ll just stay where I am. And prolly should have flown up there to at least see about options.