And you can read about The Mister's horribly dangerous driving practices here. As to this incident, The Mister replied, "Who's the bad driver?" I ain't sayin' nuttin'.
Here's the latest example of my "loosey goosey" interpretation of local traffic ordinances:
I live about 30 minutes from the restaurant. I left just before 6 pm. The GPS was plugged in (I've never been to this restaurant before, and I'm kinda new in town). I adjusted the angle of the display. As I did so, I came up to an intersection in my town and did a rolling stop. And I made a right turn.
Guess who was coming to the same intersection fr
As I continued down the road, I glanced in my rearview mirror and saw the car shoot a U turn and follow me. I was extra careful to obey the ridiculously slow 20 mph speed limit. Within a minute, I heard the siren, and again, looking in the rearview mirror, saw the flashing red and blue lights.
Can you say 'BUSTED'?
I pulled over. A nice looking officer approached my car and said, "Good evening". I returned the greeting.
When asked for my driver's license, I immediately complied. He was smiling as he asked me if I knew why he pulled me over.
"Yes, sir. I did a rolling stop, AND I didn't use my turn signal." I explained that I rarely fail to come to a complete stop at a stop sign (entirely true). I also said that in my year in Missouri, I seem to be losing my habit of using turn signals, since nobody else seems to use them.
He reminded me that both of these things are the law, and that it would be a shame if a small child was at that intersection when I neglected to stop. He also said that there is quite a bit of road rage at this particular intersection (it's kind of a five-way thing; it's often hard to tell which way a car may be going - without a turn signal to alert other drivers).
He also said that since I seemed to understand the laws, he was NOT going to give me a ticket. He urged me to be more careful - and I promised to do better.
This little interaction took only a few minutes, then I was on my way to the restaurant. I dodged a bullet there (figuratively speaking). No ticket. No written warning. Got off scot-free.
Perhaps it was my being honest with him about my indiscretions? Maybe it was the guilty expression on my face as he looked at me while I rolled on through the intersection?
Have YOU ever avoided a ticket? And how?