Never Have I Ever… had a speeding ticket.
For someone who regularly drives 20+ miles over the speed limit (only when there’s not traffic, mind you. I am smart, you know) I’ve been very lucky. Also, I do attribute this to two things:
A. Paying attention. Obviously, if you know a cop sits in a certain spot, you never speed past it. Annnd, I’m not one of those jerks who is constantly flinging in and out of lanes making people slam on their brakes. I am a pretty respectful driver. :)
B. Knowing the right time. My speediness comes out when the roads are empty, and I find the right opportunity. There’s this stretch of interstate South of all the traffic, where things really clear out and it’s the perfect place to fly… so that’s where I go. You won’t find me doing 100+ in the middle of the interstate in town… that’s a death sentence and asking for a ticket. I don’t want a wreck, or to hurt someone else.
My need for speed is genetic. My grandfather used to race cars, and ever since I was little, all I wanted was to drive faster… to ride faster, really just to feel like I’m flying. I want a motorcycle, but Jake says no. He constantly says, “They’re dangerous, and you can die.” I TOTALLY WON’T DIE! I just want to feel freeeeeeeeee. He say’s I’m crazy, and I say “You married crazy, so who’s crazy now?”
One day, I will own a Porsche 911 GT2, and I will drive and be the happiest clam there ever was. Until that day, I’ll keep building my Porsche on their website and drooling and fantasizing about winning the lottery and buying one. ;)
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