Reckless driving...Oh deer!

I hate Virginia! I mean, I have been driving for almost 10 years and never received a ticket. Not one. But since moving to Virginia, I have received 3 reckless driving citations!! All within 6 months!!! I mean, surely it's not me. I drive with finesse; a magnificent combination of speed, accuracy and a 20/20 vision, or whatever vision my contact lenses give me that allow me to speed-identify any enemy of my progress (as in progress in miles to my destination). So, why me?

Ok, so some people say a 90 mph run is reckless, but I disagree. Of course it will be extremely stupid to go that fast on a busy road where you find yourself manuevering too much, but what fun is driving if you can't speed? My commute to school is over an hour, mostly on the highway, I mean come on! Anyways, although I disagree, apparently my insurance company is on my side since I still receive a 5 year good driving discount, I have reduced my speed to 10 over limit. That means, around here I'm really driving at 70 miles or less these days, but the one day I allow my car to go off cruise control and accelerate down the hill, *sirens* everywhere, the bored cop got me. (if you're asking how I knew he was bored, I was only going 17 miles above. Usually I go 30 miles over, a lot of others do too on this highway, well maybe not 30 above but 20...oh blah. Anyways, when you start chasing 17 mph above vehicles...then you have nothing to do).

I've been trying to figure out why these cops keep pulling me over (beyond the speeding fact) and I'm about to pull out the race card. I've mulled over it, I know they are excited to give tickets because they get to meet people from outside their towns, these cops were born and raised in these small towns and don't get out much, they wait on the highway and look out for travellers or students. When they ask for your driver's license they go pull your record and play bets "ooh, I bet you she's from central Jersey." "No no no, she's from New York but lives in Jersey". Dry people! I bet they'll all start panicking when they hear their tiny towns are being sued, and then they'll panic some more when they find that it's a racial case. Geez! Some people need to get out some more.

Oh deer!
Uh umph, so just under two weeks ago, my reluctant (as in it'll rather go 90 not 70) but reliable contribution to the American car industry was cruising down one of the few highways in boondock city when bambi decided to commit suicide. I keep looking past the spot when I drive past, it's like where the heck did the deer come from? BAMM, I crash into it as it runs across the highway and the only thing I remember seeing is the deer high up in the air. Well, that and the gnawing whiplash. Poor deer. The intestines were about 5 feet away from the body. My bumper was dripping with blood. It was a ghastly sight. Of course the boondock cops didn't arrive till an hour later when I had gone from rejoicing over my safety to being annoyed about my dodge. So much for #77.

So yeah, my experiences on the roads of central Virginia have been far from jolly despite my reducing my mph by 20 miles. Regardless, I look forward to better times on the road. See, after the untimely death of Bambi by the hands, or rather, bumper, wait, and hood and engine and transmission of my car (yeah, the lil' bugger totaled my car, crushed it all the way to the windshield)I was opportune to make friends with the cop that attended to me. I have since seen him on the road twice and he waved at me. Here's the thing, if I can make friends with a couple of cops in the counties I drive through on my way to school, I can be set for the rest of my duration in boondocks central. No more tickets. I won't be totalling another car to make acquaintances of course, but I will be smiling and flirting a lot more with them on the line at the grocery store and be stopping to ask the "friendly sirs" for directions on the road. Ha!