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Oops. I was, once again, speeding over the limit. I know it is against the law to speed (obviously), but it can be so exciting, too. When you are driving on a long stretch of road, with hardly any cars around or sign of life, the last thing that you want to do is to drive like your 70 year- old and legally blind grandma in a traffic jam. It is very tempting to press down hard on the gas pedal and watch as the speedometer slowly rises as the wheels pull you forward faster and faster.
And then, from out of the corner of your eye, you suddenly see a black car with white doors and lights on-top of the roof pull out from a side street.
The first thing that goes through any teenager's mind, especially newly licensed drivers, is C.R.A.P.
You begin to go through the list of things of what you need to do when a police officer decides to turn on his lights to signal for you to pull over. 1) Keep both of your hands on the wheel. 2) Mentally locate insurance information. 3) Think of a great excuse as to why you were speeding in the first place. Basically, make up a sob- story. 4) Be really apologetic. 5) If numbers three and four happen to not work, tell the cop you should have known better because you're related to a cop. 6) If numbers three, four, AND five happen to fail, accept your ticket and do not cry until you have privacy.
Do. Not. Panic. I removed my foot from the gas and placed it on the brakes, attempting to slow down the car without it seeming too obvious. The cop car pulled up behind me, and slowly followed me down the deserted street. I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white, panic slowly starting to twist my stomach into a knot, and then it happened.
The cop car turned into the adjoining lane, and waved as he passed by.
I sighed with relief- I barely escaped a speeding ticket.
At least I barely escaped a speeding ticket today, I thought, as I once again pressed down hard on the accelerator.
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