Busted!

Normally I'm pretty good about watching my speed on 580, because I know cops patrol that stretch between Livermore and Dublin like crazy. I always see people pulled over. But yesterday I was a bit distracted I guess, and I wasn't really watching.

So at one point I'm driving in the fast lane, and I realize I'm going about 80. I ease off the gas, and then look in my mirror. There's a car in the lane next to me, driving a car length behind. From the lights from the other cars, I thought I spied a light bar on this car. Dammit.

Sure enough, after about a minute (I'm driving 70 now), the car pulls behind me, and red lights come on (at least it wasn't the flashing lights). I pull over.

I stop the engine, roll down my window, and I'm sitting there looking out the driver's side window. After a minute of waiting, I'm starting to wonder what's taking the cop so long. Then I turn around and realize he's standing outside my passenger side door. He points a finger at the window. Oops. I wonder how long he was standing there. He was probably amusing himself, waiting to see how long it would take me.

So he goes through the whole thing, asking me if I knew how fast I was going, yada yada. He asks for my license, which of course, I don't have, because it's in my wallet, which is sitting, uselessly, at home. He asks for my proof of insurance. Hey, it's in my wallet too. I at least manage to dig up my registration.

He tells me he'll be back, and to see if I can find my insurance card in the meantime. Luckily, I managed to find an extra copy in the glove box. Mr. Officer's response when I show it to him? "Oh, sweet!"

All this time, I've had Bandit in the car. I've always been worried that he might freak out if a cop ever came up to the door. He didn't even make a peep. Just sat there in the back seat, not moving. I don't think the cop even realized he was there.

Anyways, so the cop says to me, "'Cause I'm the nicest guy in the world, I'm just going to write you a ticket for not having your license, and giving you a warning on the speed. That way you won't get a moving violation."

THANK YOU, Mr. Officer!

I didn't even have to try out my I-just-started-my-period-INTHECAR-and-I'm-rushing-to-get-home excuse. I still wonder if that would work. Someone try it and let me know.

So hopefully the ticket for the license thing won't be too expensive. And on the bright side, it gave me something to blog about.

Alright, time to go to the lab, early morning schedule today. Blech.