miso lucky

So today I decided to race to the grocery store after work, to get some easy-on-the-teeth items for Susie, as she's getting her wisdom teeth pulled tomorrow. Owww. Anyhoo, I was having a good run at the Burlington gran prix: lots of turns, lots of elevation changes... and apparently, lots of cops.

Good thing that I braked for some water on the pavement before a blind turn, getting my speed down to somewhere within double of the speed limit. But, the iron fist of the law was waiting for me right at the apex. OK, he got me.

Now, this is one situation that I have a lot of life experience with. Hands on the wheel, stay calm and don't spook the officer - but most importantly, plead complete ignorance of the offense. When he told me that the speed limit was 25mph, it was like he told me that pigs could fly (no pun whatsoever intended).

Apparently, the guy had better things to do, so he drove off without even giving me a written warning. Bottom line: don't ever, ever admit that you were going even a mile over the speed limit. It's the officer's job to protect the law, and if you admit to breaking it, it's his job to punish you.

So practice this over and over, "Really, officer, I was going 110 in a 55??"