illinois State Police

«I can’t drive 55!
Uh!
When I drive that slow, you know it’s hard to steer.
And I can’t get get my car out of second gear.
What used to take two hours now takes all day. Huh!»
DESCRIBES ME TO A «T»!!
Sooo, I was born with a lead foot. A heavy lead foot made a bit more weighty by running late… my mother suffers from the same malady.
This came into play on Wednesday of this week. I was trying to make it to Wisconsin to a meeting and was running a bit late. I had to make up time. Driving through the city, I had to substantially hit my brakes a couple of times to avoid the flashing lights behind me. I should have taken that as a warning. But, NOPE!
So, on the highway, I am flying. I had the left lane free and clear. My favorite way to drive. I was jamming to some old school KISS, and EEK… I see a state trooper in the median, clocking me. I did manage to slam my foot on the brake and slow down, but, I knew I was a goner. A semi then moved over, and I saw the line of squads over on the side. Great, a sting. Sure enough, a car moved in behind me and threw on the lights.
What is a girl to do? I knew I was in the wrong, and knew I was going fast.
«Gonna write me up a warnt 25
Post my face wanted dead or alive
Take my license, all that jive
I can’t drive 55!»
I fumbled out my license and greeted the trooper. She was friendly, stating, you were clocked at 80 in a 55. You will be getting a ticket. Would you like to post 95 $ cash or your license? I laughed and said, «What can I say? I don’t have the cash, so here is my license». I and waited while she wrote out the ticket. It was all amazingly friendly.
I began wondering what a reckless driving ticket was… was it 26 miles over? Hm mm… was that what I was getting?
A few minutes later, she came back. Her response… «I am in a great mood today, and you were really good about it». I am only giving you a warning. SLOW DOWN!!! Here is your license!
YAHOO!!! Made my day… and guess what? I poked my way all the way to Wisconsin and home the next day. Honesty does pay!
–I can’t drive 55 by Sammy Hagar