One of the Reasons I Love Being a Girl

I don't believe in slowing down... In fact, I like going through life at about 180Km per hour. I apparently also like going that fast on the highway.

Yes, it's true. I have a bit of a leadfoot and have received my share of speeding tickets. I'll pay the tickets but it's those points that kill me. (For those of you not familiar with BC driving laws, you get points against you when you receive a ticket & after your third ticket, you have to pay off the points. Which is pretty much equal to the ticket in the first place... so you could be talking about 300 flushed away... I guess I didn't really have to be there so quickly)

But what used to get me was that I was always busted in the same spot..
Usually on Highway 17 because that last stretch between Ladner & Tsawwassen killed me.... as usually I just wanted to be home. (yes, I'm a T-Town girl at heart)

I remember the first time I had ever gotten pulled over. It was in Point Roberts, the tiny jettison of land that protrudes below the 49th parallel and therefore is deemed to be part of the states. So needless to say, I'm not just freaking out that I got pulled over but that I am also being pulled over in another country.

Picture it. I'm 17 & driving my Dad's Cadillac Eldorado. Bimmers is sitting shotgun & we're both donning our teensy bikinis as we are heading back from the beach. To get back around from the beach to the border, I have to drive up this never ending slow road. (30-35 miles/hr?) but it's so long you want to book it at least 55 if not more.... especially w/ a V8 (ya, like you don't push it when you're driving that car.. i'm not a pimp so I don't see the need to "cruise")

Anyways, I get hailed down...
So as the patrolman walks over to my car to find out what was the rush.

He asks me in a gruff tone "Can I please see your license & registration?"

At this point, all I have running thru my head is what my ex had told me "Just play dumb"

So I very casually flip my long blonde hair & flash him a giant smile. I then proceed to, while sticking my chest out as far as possible, ask in the sweetest voice I can muster
"Is this the registration?"

I'm pretty sure Bimmers was doing the same thing as she is drop dead gorgeous.

The trooper then informs us "yes, yes it is..... "

but as he asks us "so where you girls off to?", he is slipping off his sunglasses,
bending over the window and taking it ALL in.

Unfortunate for me that was the only time I've been pulled over in my bathing suit & after a certain age you really can't be that stupid... so now I'm broke.