Thursday, March 12, 2009

Speeding Through Colorado

My brother told me he likes to hear my stories about when I screw up. 

For his personal entertainment. (I think)

Anyway, last summer I was driving down I-25, in the middle of Colorado. It was a Saturday afternoon. Beautiful, clear day. The Rocky Mountains were out to my right. My level of MPH was of small concern.

It did seem that all of I-25, from Fort Collins south, was under construction. So I had kind of given up on paying attention to when I was, and wasn't, in a construction zone.

I got caught. Going real fast. And in a construction zone. 

Did I mention one of my music artists was in the car with me? We were on our way for him to perform at a father/son retreat in the Rocky Mountains.

I really didn't care about actually getting the speeding ticket; I was more concerned with having to call Sarah. I was pretty sure it wasn't in our budget.

Let's just say my speeding ticket was more than a few hundred dollars, and I barely got out of having to go back to Castle Rock, Colorado, to appear in court.

To whoever that cop was, thanks for letting the out-of-towner off easy.

Jerk.

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