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PD'n Me

A run-in with the law was inevitable.  Others may disagree, but like I’ve always said, honesty is the best policy.

“Do you have any idea how fast you were going?”

“No, Deputy, I don’t have a clue.”

“What do you mean you don’t have a clue?”

“My speedometer doesn’t work.”

“I had you at 103.”

“Cool.”

“Cool?”

“Yes, sir.  I would have sworn I wasn’t going more than 75.  It was really smooth and the engine was just purring along.”

“Do you know what the speed limit is?”

“Um…55?”

“Well, at least you knew that.”

“Where are you going?”

“Where?”

“Yes, where.”

“I’m not going anywhere.  I’m just going.”

“Where do you live?”

“Over that way someplace.”

“You don’t know?”

“No, sir.  I just turned on roads that looked like fun.  I’m sure my house is over that way somewhere.  If I get lost, I’ll turn on my GPS.”

“What is this, anyway?”

“It’s a TR6.”

“MG?”

“No, sir.  It’s a Triumph.”

“What year?  Looks new.”

“Thanks.  Wish I could take credit for it, but I just bought it last week.  It’s a ’73.”

“I wasn’t even born in ’73.”

“I’ve always wanted one and I waited almost 40 years for this one.  I’m just checking it out.”

“You need to slow down some.”

“Yes, sir.  I agree.  I had no idea I was going that fast.  Honestly, it felt like it was just getting into a groove.”

“You’re going to leave a groove in the road if you keep driving like that.”

“Yes, sir.  You’re perfectly correct.  I’ll keep the speed down a bit.”

“See that you do.”

“Thanks, Deputy.  Have a nice day.”

“You, too.”

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