Well. It was bound to happen. I was pulled over this morning for driving 65 in a 55. I knew the second I passed the police car that they would be coming after me....and that she did. For those of you who know me, you won't be surprised to hear me say, for me, life is not just about the journey. It's mostly about the destination. :) I am known to drive 5-10 miles over the limit routinely.
It's been more than 20 years since I have been pulled over and I have to say, it's nerve racking. More so, I think, when you have a child in the car with you.
I was in the left hand lane so I pulled over on the left shoulder (which she pointed out was wrong. I should have moved to the right. Who knew?). As I sat there with my window down, the officer approached; hand on her gun. *gulp* Yeah yeah - I know it's protocol and all but still. Scary!
She greeted me and said "I clocked you at 65."
To which I responded "You did?" (I thought I was going 62 or 63).
"Yes. And this is a 55 stretch."
"It IS? I hardly ever travel this road and I honestly thought it was 60."
"No, it's 55. You hardly travel this road? Are you a homebody?"
"Kind of. I'm a stay at home mom."
That moved us into her saying that she would love to be a stay at home mom and how lucky my kids are to have me at home. How'd she would much rather be home with them than pulling me over. (I silently was wishing she had been home, too.)
She asked for my license and registration, which I handed over. She asked if it was my correct address and then asked if I knew I should have pulled over to the right. I said I wasn't aware of that and muttered "I haven't been pulled over before." (which is true in the fact that I was pulled over in California but not here and it has been more than 20 years. I was in my early 20's, single and carefree. A completely different person than I am now.) She said "You haven't? I'm surprised since you were driving 65." I said "I really didn't know it was 55 here. And then I pointed to my mapquest directions and said "I don't even know this area."
She handed me back my things and said "Slow down, ok?" and then proceeded to tell me how best to reach my destination.
No written warning.
I do wonder why that small stretch of road is 55 when everywhere else on it and on every other highway and freeway here it is 60 but it is what it is. I won't make that mistake again. I hope.