As we drove over the hill, I thought we would lift off, I was flying for a second. Singing with my son to some old school 90's country, Alan Jackson has never sounded better.
And then I saw him. With the radar gun pointed right at me.
I looked down and was stunned to see that I was driving over 90 mph.
"Keegan, I'm going so fast that I could go to jail," I said to my 17- year- old driving son. "Get out the registration."
The Officer pulled out right away, and yet he stayed back at least 8 car lengths, with his lights flashing.
Maybe he's not really after me.
So I didn't pull over. Big mistake.
After a half mile, I pulled over just to see if he would pass. No such luck. He says he clocked me going 88 in a 65.
He went through the usual formalities; asking where we were going, who was playing baseball, what kind of league it was, if I had any weapons and then to step out of the car.
As I walked around to the side, he said, '"You do know I could arrest you right now don't you?"
"Yes," I said as my knees knocked together so hard he had to have heard it.
"Is there a reason you didn't pull over sooner? You really confused me," he said. "Is it because I was so far back?"
"That is exactly why," I answered. I confused him?
"What do you do back in Scottsdale?"
"I'm a writer."
"Wow, have you been published? What do you write?"
"Yes, and I write about abandonment, marriage and parenting."
Did you know there is a high incidence of mother primates who abandon their young? It's fascinating and I don't think I've ever pulled over a writer before," he grinned.
No smile came to my face, I didn't feel like we were friends.
He confirmed that when he wrote me a hefty ticket for criminal speeding, told me to slow down and wished me great luck with my writing.
During the festivities, our middle son was watching a DVD in the back seat. Ever since he was little, he has said "Go Big or Go Large." That was my first ticket ever, so I'm thinking he's pretty proud that I went extra large.
Skip ahead a few days and today is the first day of NaNoWriMo. 50,000 words in 30 days. I'm planning for lift- off around week three. Nobody's stopping me this time for speeding and crossing the finish like a NASCAR winner.
All my fellow wrimos: you too, need to go big or go large. You're most likely already home!
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