So, I Wanna Be A Race Car Driver

So I want to be a race car driver. Trying to get more experience in the field, I was driving 70ish down Oakville today heading out for lunch. Passed some old people doing 54 and got pulled over. The cop was nice and all, he asked me if I was heading somewhere in a hurry for a point. I could have lied and said that the day car provider had just called me at work and my child had fallen down the stairs and cracked her head open, but I told the truth. “Uh, I was passing those people who were going slow”. “I saw that” he said, “But you didn’t try to slow down after you passed them”. Now here is another spot that I could have argued, but didn’t feel the need to get a "harassing the officer" ticket too. I just HATE it when people pass you –for heavens sake, it is a free country, pass any damn one that you want! Just don’t be a jackass about it!- and then slam on their breaks. That is just about the most annoying (not to mention pointless) thing that someone can do behind the wheel. But that is not the point. There needs to be a road somewhere near here that has no speed limit. Like over in Montana or wherever they did that “no limits” rule. All I am asking for is one road. I know that my Vitara isn’t a record breaker for speed, but sometimes I just feel the need to go 95. So I owe the state another $109. I wish I could put all of my ticket money into a retirement fund or some sort of race-car-wanna-be-charity fund. That would be cool. Very cool. So for all of you wanna-be-race-car-drivers, watch out for that cop on Oakville (he had another poor soul pulled over on the way back from lunch).    -J
 

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