Another blog (The Man Fan Club) that I read occasionally posed a question:
Why does it always seem like we remember the bad things that happen to us?
His close call with a city civil servant on patrol can be read here: Thankful Moments
I have to admit that he might have a point. Most of the recollections I have encountering officers of the law on the road haven't been the happy kind, but there WAS that one memorable escape...
It was many years ago on a Sunday morning when the national speed limit was still 55mph to "save gas". I was cruising in the center lane on the 101 toward San Francisco without paying attention to the speed.
It was an unusually rare moment in that I was the only car on a nearly empty freeway. Because it was sunny, no traffic in front or on either side, I hadn't been checking the rear view in a while.
When I finally did, I was startled to find a guy tailgating me. Not just some guy but one of those city civil servants on patrol.
Instantly, I check my speed (10mph over. S--T!) and felt my mood instantly sink.
Just as the cop hit the red & blues to pull me over, a nut job in a bright yellow convertible PASSES us both doing 70+ in the left hand lane.
How do you ignore a cop with lights flashing IN FRONT of you?
While I deserved the ticket, He/She deserved one more and there was only one cop on the scene to hand them out.