This is pretty much my view for the next…well…however far of the 20 hours I can make before I tap out. I left pretty early this morning and am going to drive as far as I can, shooting for the entire drive in one swift kick. I packed all of my things and they fit pretty well, so I’m feeling optimistic. Sick, but optimistic. I am not really able to eat anything, so I brought eight coconut waters and four regular bottles of water for the drive. Since I don’t have to stop for food and I have a pretty extensive playlist set, I’m feeling better than I thought I would.
And then this happened.
I was speeding, so he caught me fair and square. As soon as I saw him, I braked and pulled over. He said he clocked me at 90 (which tells me I was driving way too fast), but since I pulled over as soon as I saw him he would cut me a break. He wrote me a ticket for going 79 in a 70 and sent me on my way. I couldn’t help but be polite and quiet since he caught me fair and square and was OBVIOUSLY doing me a solid.
Maybe I should start paying more attention to the speedometer. This car is just too fun to drive…