"Breaking the law, breaking the lawBreaking the law, breaking the lawBreaking the law, breaking the lawBreaking the law, breaking the law"
I'm an outlaw. It was a beautiful, full moon evening and I was driving along a long, lazy country lane. You know the type of country road---with cottonwoods,the occasional tumbleweed, and jack rabbit or road runner. The smell of alfalfa filtered in through my nostrils and the music blared as I hit a cruising speed of 50mph. Apparently, going twice the speed limit is bad. I realized this as the photo flash went off on the Sheriff's speed radar van! I was astonished and taken aback! When was the last time I was CAUGHT speeding?
Cue "Wayne's World" theme music:
1991
I was about 18-years-old and I was driving the best car ever: my 1976 5-speed Toyota Celica GT coupe!It was my first car and what a blast to learn how to drive a 5-speed,stick shift while all the other powder puff girls were driving their mom's automatics. I loved that baby and I'm surprised I didn't name it and/or have some sad eulogy when we sold 'er for parts! I was going about 75/80mph on the freeway back when 55mph was the standard. I was about to make it to my exit--Scott-free, then I saw the lights. The Highway Patrol pulled me over. I started to cry, not because I was trying to use my feminine wiles (I was only 18) or because I was scared, but because I knew my parents would be pissed! It almost worked on the soft/cute officer, but he decided to teach me a lesson and give me a ticket. He had seen way too many accidents---yada yada yada! I was astonished and taken aback at that moment too because not unlike Michael Vick,Nicole Ritchie,insert random celebrity name here I had some immunity because of my links to the police force. Having an officer related to you is like a "get out o' jail" free card and a blessing for an adolescent with a license. There were a few times previous to the highway incident, when I was let go with a gentle chiding (I don't know if that is a word---but it works).
I broke the law two other times today too: I blew off jury duty (that's right I could potentially be federal jail bait if I were still 18) AND I parked in a space that was clearly labeled for "small or electric cars only"!
If I can't have my Mercedes SL550, or a 350Z, I would love to have a sporty little Celica GT again!
I'm as car illiterate as I am technology inept, but there is something about this 32-valved V8 engine that I want to know more about!
Would you take a look at that beauty? Nostrils steaming like a mad dragon or magnificant Shelby Stallion! Oh, how I would ride that and pray to not get bucked off!? I bet you get to wear racing gloves and a helmet on the course and maybe even keep them for $1000 souvignors?
