I Thought It Was A Ringing Bell
So there we were, driving along the freeway, when suddenly all we see are brake lights up ahead.
Iyell at caution Hubba-hubba to slow down, because obviously there is an accident ahead, or perhaps dangerous debris on the road. Surely, only something of that magnitude could force approximately fifty cars to suddenly slam on their brakes, right?
Wrong.
It was a highway patrolman who had pulled somebody over off onto the shoulder of the freeway.
People, people!
What do you think the chances are that in the middle of checking the license and registration, or in the actual act of writing the ticket, that the cop is going to see you going by and simply jump in his car? That he would just drop everything unfinished to chase after you when he's already got his sucker of the moment?
What would you say, perhaps .08%? Maybe I'll give you .09% if something fairly egregious happened, not just somebody going a little faster than the rest of the pack.
Yet still, there is some sort of Pavlovian response that happens when people see that patrol car, and the right foot automatically travels to the brake pedal.
Except for me. If he wants me, he can come and get me.
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Wrong.
It was a highway patrolman who had pulled somebody over off onto the shoulder of the freeway.
People, people!
What do you think the chances are that in the middle of checking the license and registration, or in the actual act of writing the ticket, that the cop is going to see you going by and simply jump in his car? That he would just drop everything unfinished to chase after you when he's already got his sucker of the moment?
What would you say, perhaps .08%? Maybe I'll give you .09% if something fairly egregious happened, not just somebody going a little faster than the rest of the pack.
Yet still, there is some sort of Pavlovian response that happens when people see that patrol car, and the right foot automatically travels to the brake pedal.
Except for me. If he wants me, he can come and get me.
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Not our most flattering quality.
Heidi
This morning there were quite a few of the, I'm going to go 10 mph under the speed limit because I want to and I don't HAVE to go the limit because its the limit, people out there. ARGH! Breath in.. Breath out...
I automatically hit the brakes whenever I see a patrol car coming from any direction. preservation instinct.
Just give me an inch or two so I can skinny by and get the heck away from them.
The last one spent 10 miles catching up to me... he could have been after some one else ya know.
I agree with you in principle - I really do. But after that...I am extra careful to slow down.