So, I'm impatient. There, I said it. And couldn't say it fast enough.
Get it?? Yeah... OK, sorry.
So impatience in my blood stream and DNA translates to roughly 2 or 3 speeding tickets a year. IF I weren't such a diligent, know what's going on around me, situational-awareness type. Which has not only kept me out of accidents - knock on wood - but I can usually spot where the law and the man are hanging out trying to catch my impatient-ness and take appropriate defensive maneuvers, i.e. slow down in time. I can't help it. I can't drive 55.
Unfortunately, moving to a new area and learning where the speed and intersection camera are located was a lesson not learned quickly enough, and got slammed with TWO of them in a single weekend. So that happened. Ugh. Which in and of itself isn't the total end of the world. But it did clobber my "let's build a motorcycle 'cause that'll be fun and inexpensive" budget a little bit.
Adding these two up is half what I paid for the bike.
I used to joke that if I'm gonna get a speeding ticket I want to at least earn it. These, getting zapped by some stupid little box at the end of a pole, after I'm clearly in a hurry to save the world or rescue a kitten up a tree and can't be bothered to drive the limit. Not cool. It's like cheating.
I blame Donald Trump. Just that kind of day.
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