The fuzz and the guts

My first speeding ticket happened when I was driving back from school clothes shopping in Ukiah with a friend from Mendocino.  My third speeding ticket happened when I was rushing to Solano’s Beauty and the Beast rehearsal in Suisun City, after I had missed the exit southbound and was already running late and didn’t actually know where Suisun City was.

My second speeding ticket happened after a family lunch in Santa Rosa, and I was headed back to Davis and was trying to find the exit for 37 at San Rafael, but I missed it and got almost to the Golden Gate Bridge, and I was trying to make it back for an IS event that night, and (I know now that) all that highway south of San Rafael is 55 mph, and a cop pulled out of a speed trap just north of the bridge and got me.

I drive past that speed trap every single day (never going more than 62 mph) and every single day I think of that speeding ticket.  I haven’t actually seen a cop there again, even though I check every time, and anyway there is always someone cruising along in the fast lane.  But it’s strange that I could think of something that happened in 2003, almost every single day.

Nanowrimo starts on Monday so I figure one of two things will happen: I will either disappear from this blog, or I will post snippets of the amazing Nano writing I’m sure I’ll be doing.  In the meantime, here’s a picture of the pumpkins we carved today while we watched Anastasia and sang along.