When I was driving home from my workout with the Ann Arbor Track Club Tuesday, it was no different. It was after 9 p.m. and I just wanted to get home. I turned off a county road to a city street. The speed limit was 45 m.p.h. but I was cruising a little faster then that. I noticed the vehicle behind me was pretty close to me, that is probably why I hammered down. It turned out to be a police officer.
The officer lit me up and I pulled over. I unbuckled my seat belt, retrieved my registration, insurance and license. I had them all by the time the officer walked up to my car. He asked me why I got stopped. I answered back: speed. I know I was going a little fast. The officer said he clocked me at 55 mph in a 45. I didn't think I was going that fast, but I probably was. He asked me if I was going home or to work. I told him that I just finished running a workout with the track club in Ann Arbor and I was heading home. He told me he would be right back.
I was sitting in my car for five minutes, maybe less. I knew he was writing up my ticket by the way he was taking so long coming back to my car. I was preparing to accept the ticket and move on. The officer walked back to my car and handed me back my registration, insurance and license. No ticket. He said he was giving me a warning. He told me to slow down. I was surprised and said thank you.
That was the fourth time I've been pulled over. All of them were for speeding. I know, shocking. All four times I've been honest with the officers that I was speeding. And all four times I've been given a warning. I guess that something happening to me four times should be an indication. I need to slow down. I've been following that advice for the last two days. I hope to continue to follow it. I don't know how I've been lucky not receive any tickets so far. But luck always runs out.
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