It was seven o’ clock on a Thursday night and I was feeling peckish. There was nothing in my house that I wanted to eat so I decided to go to Wendy’s to purchase a couple 4 for 4’s. I informed my mother I was going out, grabbed the keys to my mom’s minivan in my driveway, and off I went. I zipped down my street and before I knew it, I was at the Wendy’s. There I made the decision to use the drive thru as it would be quicker than going in and ordered my food.
I had my food and started my trip back home trying to arrive there before my food got cold. My way back home took me through some backroads which at this time of night were always empty and were mostly long and straight, so I was able to speed down them easily. I was speeding down the last straight away minutes from my house while blasting music. I approached the stop sign at the end of the road and noticed the first sign of trouble. There was a large black vehicle across from me in the parking lot for the local trail. I did not think anything weird of it at the time and just made my right turn and continued.
That’s when I saw the black vehicle pull out and turn on its police lights. An instant wave of dread hit me because there was no one else on the road so I knew it was for me. So, I pulled over put on my hazard lights and fished for the insurance and registration papers in my glove box. After I had everything, I needed I was trying to figure out why exactly I was pulled over. The speeding had not yet crossed my mind because I slowed down a pretty far distance from the stop sign to have a complete stop. So the first thought that crossed my mind was that at the stop sign I made a rolling stop and did not wait the full three seconds so I came up with a defense for it and I hoped I could took my self out of a ticket. The cop finally approached the vehicle after I waited for what felt like an hour.
“License and registration” he said. I promptly handed him all the papers.
“You know why I pulled you over? “he then I asked. I mentioned the stop sign and was about to talk about why I did not wait the full three seconds and how it was my bad when he threw a curve ball at me.
“Actually, I clocked you going 67 down the road which is a 40.” That line stopped me in my tracks. My mind started to race with a way to not go home with a ticket but twenty-seven over the limit is a hard thing to talk your way out of. I was not able to talk my way out of it and the officer went back to his car to write my ticket. After about ten minutes the officer came back with my ticket. He handed it to me and that is when I found it it was going to add four points on to my license. Now the worst part of the night came up going home: figuring out a way to tell my mom what had happened on my way home. I pulled into my driveway and sat there for a couple minutes thinking how to phrase it. I decided to just face the music I grabbed my ticket and 4 for 4’s which were going to be my night’s highlight but were now an afterthought and headed in.
I explained what happened to my mom who did not take at that well as expected. Then told my dad who was working that night who told me he was an eighteen and drove recklessly, so he understood but made it clear he did not want me to do it because it is dangerous. My punishment for my driving was that I had to pay for the ticket, but I was able to deduct the points by making a deal with the prosecutor at my traffic court, so the insurance stayed the same. I did learn from that night though that speeding even on a straight away can have its consequences even if it is not crashing but could make so you have a run in with the cops.