ROAD TRIP
After visiting the F. Scott Fitzgerald Museum, we hit the road for St. Mary’s, Georgia- a place that both Rachel and I had been dying to see. We plugged the new hotel address into our GPS and set off into the unknown! I live for that feeling…the feeling of heading into the unknown. It gets me all abuzz with excitement! I was loving life at this moment.
Life got even better when GPS decided to take us through the prettiest area in Alabama on our drive- a windy back road lined with big, beautiful houses on huge plots of land…land as far as the eye could see. This was the Alabama I wanted to see! We curved around the roads with all the windows down, the music blaring….I could feel the warm sun on my skin through the sunroof and a breeze whipped through the car. It was a perfect moment and one that is one of my favorite little memories from the trip.
As we passed the fence in the above pic I said …”Stop the car!” I happened to think the fence was dreamy and I wanted a photo sitting on it…I needed a photo sitting on it! So we stopped the car and took turns snapping pictures of each other for a bit.
After another hour Rachel and I ended up back on a main highway where I decided to relieve her of her driving duties, hopped in the driver’s seat and took off! Not 3 minutes later (3 minutes!), as Rachel sat quietly next to me eating a peach, I saw lights in my rearview window.
Seriously?!??!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!
I meekly said, “Rachel I think I’m getting pulled over again.” She turned around in shock and sadly confirmed my suspision….yes I was getting pulled over again.
I said…”this isn’t even funny this time…I actually think I am going to cry.” and then in an inspired moment (I’ve seen this work in countless movies) I decided to fix my hair and put on lipstick and told Rachel to try to eat her peach in the sexiest most suggestive way possible.
I wanted out of this ticket.
The officer walked up to the window, glanced at Rachel and me (as we batted our eyelashes and smiled ridiculously big smiles) and asked with the sweetest southern accent if….I knew why he pulled me over. I said no (I really didn’t, honest) and he informed me that I was going 75 in a 55 (shit) and asked me for my license and registration. In that moment I knew that he wasn’t biting and that I was going to get a ticket, despite our sexy hair and peach eating charade.
After gathering my info, he walked away and Rachel and I slumped back down in our seats…quietly.
When he came back to the car 10 minutes later he told me he was going to do me a favor ( I perked back up) and only write that I was going 69 miles an hour instead of 75 (I guess I should have said thanks?) and handed me my ticket. He then, with a smile, said “I’ve never met anybody from LA before.”
Ummmm, great officer whatever your name is but I don’t really care. You just ruined my perfect afternoon.
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Cumberland Island up next…
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Ugh…I feel ya on the not another ticket front. I have a court date the 29th of this month. I usually use cruise control so I won’t speed but they change the darn speeds on highways (tricksters) and then there are those people that should be driving;). Here is one my favorite standup bits from a comedian about getting pulled over while on a road trip: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mtk5Ej-xLsM&feature=youtube_gdata_player
If I could pull this off I would. I’ve actually thought about putting the song on my iPhone :).
The one good thing, the above pic is awesome and you look like you are an enchanted place you should never have left:). Can’t wait to hear more about Savannah. I love it there.
Oh yeah, I can identify with your feeling the draw of the open road. Pulling out of a highway gas station with a full tank and you’re sitting with the front wheels on the edge of the highway concrete. Look left and see miles of open highway look right and more miles of highway with no traffic and mountains shrouded in blue on the horizon. A right turn brings ZZ Top cranked to eleven and the roar of a solid V8 with the mountains comin’ atcha’… Good therapy.
i did not want to laugh, but could not help my myself ( or as you might have said in your best southern twang), “mahsef”… sorry about the ticket :-(…Oh Savannah is where my daughter got married..loverly !!
hilarious… 😉
I think you actually did help yourself, and don’t realize it. By staying under 15 mph over the speed limit, you saved a ton on your insurance, and probably the fine as well. He didn’t have to do that.
Well done.
I neglected to mention that I love your aviator sunglasses. While I was a kid, the original astronauts all wore them, so by the time I was a teen in the early ’70s, it was a must have for any self-respecting guy. Even my regular spectacles were aviator style. Glad to see them come around again. So cool.
Great picture! Ugh, as much as I love road trips I feel like they BEG for tickets.
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Oh no!! Not a ticket! Sounds like you were enjoying things a little too much… it is so easy to lose track of your speed when you are so happy and excited! I think the officer should have been more understanding! haha
You, too? I was “pinched” in southern Colorado, as indicated in my post last week. It just keeps us, painfully, connected with the locals, as we pass through their home areas.
“it just keeps us painfully connected with the locals as we pass through their home areas”- HA! I love that! So true