Surprise, Surprise

Well, ladies and gents... my return to the blogging world is with much fanfare.  How much fanfare you ask?

So much fanfare, I got a ticket out of it.

That's right.  Start laughing now.  It has finally happened on the eastside.  I got a speeding ticket.  Ok, wow, y'all did not need to laugh that hard at my $156 spanking.  Geez!

Deets:
1. VA is a bumf*ck state, it has a 55 mph limit on highways.  Who in the flaming hell does that???
2. I was going 74, as hey now, it's a Sunday.  I didn't think cops worked on Sundays
3.  I generally go even faster...
4. I was 1 (count that, one) mph from getting nailed for reckless, thank God for being from California, looking good today and having a great rack

My last speeding ticket was 65 in a 35... in California... the July before I left.  So almost exactly two years later.  That speeding ticket?  Got tossed out, the cop remembered me after the fact... he was only my DARE officer for two years...  Did I mention... 65 in a 35?  I.e. 30 mph over?  In town?  Not on highway?  I.e. much more reckless?

Well this uptight VA rat was definitely not my DARE officer.  But I'll still be showing up in court.  With my great rack, nicely packaged in an excellent suit.  We'll see just how much of that $156 spanking I'll actually have to owe up on.

So what have I learned from this?  If my mother and father, read, father, is reading this, I learned that I shouldn't speed.

What did I really learn?  That cops work Sundays and to not drive or live or work in Virginia.  Actually, to never go to Virginia again unless I'm sleeping through it in the passenger seat.