And what happened when you did?
Me: pulled over once, got out of it. 0 speeding tickets to date.
I was pulled over for speeding for the first time ever a few nights ago... on the 5-N from Burbank back to Santa Monica. I was visiting a friend, and had mapquested directions from my workplace to his house and from his house back to my apartment. Looking down at the directions, I must have been wiggling in my lane a little bit, cuz next thing you know there are sirens, flashing lights, and a cop car on my tail...
Having never been pulled over before and knowing I sure as heck can't afford a ticket or an insurance hike, I was scared stiff... shaking, I pulled over and temporarily contemplated pulling over and stopping at the side of the highway, which probably wouldn't have been a good idea because the oncoming traffic was pretty darn close.
So I exited at the next exit, underestimating the sharpness of the turn and screeching my wheels a bit in an attempt to stop in time (stopsign much closer than expected). The policeman spoke into his megaphone and ordered me to "PLEASE PULL OVER NOW. PLEASE PULL OVER TO THE CURB NOW."
So I pulled over, turned off my radio, and kept my hands on the steering wheel. The cop (very tall, very bald, very intimidating) came over and asked me to roll down my window, which I did. "Do you realize how fast you were going, ma'am?"
Me: "I'm not sure sir, I'm a little lost, I mapquested directions back home and..."
Cop: "You were fluctuating between 70 and 75. Speed limit on the 5 is 55mph."
Me: "Oh... I'm sorry sir, I wasn't aware of that..."
Cop: "License, registration, and proof of insurance."
License, check (thank goodness I finally received my new California one in the mail!)... registration, check... insurance? On my desk at work... shoot, shoot, shoot...
So I fumbled around for a good minute or two, digging out all the pictures, papers, wrappers, etc. in my glove compartment... the cop looked kind of irritated/amused and said "Well ma'am, can you tell me the name of your insurance company?"
AND I COMPLETELY BLANKED. I WAS SO NERVOUS I COMPLETELY FORGOT (I remember now, it's Unitrin Direct).
Me: "I'm sorry sir, I... I really can't remember it, but I promise I'm insured, I really am..."
Cop: "Ma'am, have you been drinking tonight?"
Me: "No no, no I haven't... well, only a little bit of orange juice... but that's all..."
The cop looked at me, laughed, shook his head, and said "You take care and drive more safely now, ma'am. Do you know how to get back to the freeway from here?"
Phew. So anyway, I pulled into a nearby gas station to calm my nerves and drove home going 55 the entire way.
Your stories?
Peace,
Dezign
Me: pulled over once, got out of it. 0 speeding tickets to date.
I was pulled over for speeding for the first time ever a few nights ago... on the 5-N from Burbank back to Santa Monica. I was visiting a friend, and had mapquested directions from my workplace to his house and from his house back to my apartment. Looking down at the directions, I must have been wiggling in my lane a little bit, cuz next thing you know there are sirens, flashing lights, and a cop car on my tail...
Having never been pulled over before and knowing I sure as heck can't afford a ticket or an insurance hike, I was scared stiff... shaking, I pulled over and temporarily contemplated pulling over and stopping at the side of the highway, which probably wouldn't have been a good idea because the oncoming traffic was pretty darn close.
So I exited at the next exit, underestimating the sharpness of the turn and screeching my wheels a bit in an attempt to stop in time (stopsign much closer than expected). The policeman spoke into his megaphone and ordered me to "PLEASE PULL OVER NOW. PLEASE PULL OVER TO THE CURB NOW."
So I pulled over, turned off my radio, and kept my hands on the steering wheel. The cop (very tall, very bald, very intimidating) came over and asked me to roll down my window, which I did. "Do you realize how fast you were going, ma'am?"
Me: "I'm not sure sir, I'm a little lost, I mapquested directions back home and..."
Cop: "You were fluctuating between 70 and 75. Speed limit on the 5 is 55mph."
Me: "Oh... I'm sorry sir, I wasn't aware of that..."
Cop: "License, registration, and proof of insurance."
License, check (thank goodness I finally received my new California one in the mail!)... registration, check... insurance? On my desk at work... shoot, shoot, shoot...
So I fumbled around for a good minute or two, digging out all the pictures, papers, wrappers, etc. in my glove compartment... the cop looked kind of irritated/amused and said "Well ma'am, can you tell me the name of your insurance company?"
AND I COMPLETELY BLANKED. I WAS SO NERVOUS I COMPLETELY FORGOT (I remember now, it's Unitrin Direct).
Me: "I'm sorry sir, I... I really can't remember it, but I promise I'm insured, I really am..."
Cop: "Ma'am, have you been drinking tonight?"
Me: "No no, no I haven't... well, only a little bit of orange juice... but that's all..."
The cop looked at me, laughed, shook his head, and said "You take care and drive more safely now, ma'am. Do you know how to get back to the freeway from here?"
Phew. So anyway, I pulled into a nearby gas station to calm my nerves and drove home going 55 the entire way.
Your stories?
Peace,
Dezign
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