Years ago, Rachelle and I lived in Arizona. We were young. Had a good job. No kids yet. We had just bought our first house and a new car. Life was good.
One day during lunch, I was driving back to work in my new car with an ice cold Coke in my lap. Totally zoned out and listening to music. All of a sudden, I was blinded by a flash of light. One of those automatic speed limit machines had just tagged me speeding and it took my picture.
Several weeks later, I got a letter in the mail which included a ticket and a photo of me. I wish I could find that picture. It's the funniest thing. I had a huge smile on my face. Just happy to be alive with my Coke, music, and new car. Totally clueless that I was about to get a speeding ticket.
Last night, I loaded up the truck with my MTB and gear and had set off to meet the group for a night ride up AF canyon. I didn't have a Coke (although, I'm back on the DC wagon), I was listenting to some tunes, and feeling good. Totatlly clueless that I was about to get a speeding ticket. As I came down the south side of Suncrest, I was clocked doing 58 MPH in a 40 zone. Yep. I got a ticket.
I didn't get mad. How could I? I was about to spend the next 3 hours riding my bike at night on some of the best single track in the World.
Since I have a "biking slush fund account" and since this was on my way to a ride, It means I'll be cutting a check to the city of Highland instead of getting that nice new carbon bar.
Note: I took a shower when I got home this time.