I’m a little ashamed of myself. I have committing to a life of speeding. I don’t speed constantly. When I have nowhere to be, I keep it consistently at 65. Well, sometimes 70. It’s when I have someplace to be that I push it to 75. Rarely higher than that. But my fear of the po-po has driven me to this newest purchase: the radar detector that also has laser detection, and radar detector detector detection. That is, the scanner the 5-0 use to detect radar detectors? It can sniff that out, too.
Why does this bother me? I mean, it’s not illegal to own one in California. It’s just that it means I’m not slowing down. If I didn’t speed, there’d be no speed trap, as my mom’s friend’s soon-to-be son-in-law, the dickish Dudley DoRight CHiP says. He’s right. I should just slow down.
Should, but won’t today. Instead, I’m evolving in my speeding lifestyle. I see all these people slowing down before I see a cop a minute later. I want to do that! I want to know where they are. I want to smell the lions waiting for the gazelles.
We’ll see if this pays off. I have both bad and good feelings about this. Mixed? I have mixed feelings about this.