The Police Force

  So I would like to announce to you all via this blog that I will be joining the police acadamey.  Yeah I thought that this would be a great idea to throw you all for a loop and apologise for my inactiveness on writing more than twice a moth like I have been.  Work is a time sucker.  Anyways, the real reason that I am writing today is to announce that the Draper City Police Force officially ruined my perfect driving record.  Yes Monday the 12th of July, 2010 on Redwood Road near Camp Williams in the city of Bluffdale I was caught speeding in a 55 mph zone.  I will not say how fast I was going because I would like to keep some dignity if there is any left to have.  Let me tell you the story.
  I wake up at 7:00 ish  to let Ginger go out and do her duty and to get some exercise in, some jogging.  So I felt good after that cause my shins have been acting up lately but they felt fine after the jog.  We, Ginger and I, went inside to cool of and relax, and read my book before breakfast.  Carolyn got up and cooked Malt-O-Meal for us, meanwhile I went and took a shower.  After breakfast I got ready to go to work and at 9:15 left the house to get in the truck.  Sound normal so far?  Good cause it was until I started to drive away.
  As soon as the tires started to roll forward I realized that I did not have enough gas to get me to work.  Now I had to choose a gas station to go to.  There were two that were close by, but I had to choose a direction, through Lehi or go past Camp Williams.  Well I usually go past Camp Williams everyday but I usually fill up at a gas station on my way through Lehi.  This choice I had in front of me, little did I know at the time, was to determine what happened later that day.  As you well know I chose to go towards Camp Williams.  Maybe one of the bigest reasons I went that way was because I usually wave goodbye to Carolyn and Ginger as I drive past, and they were waiting for me.  But I will not blame them for anything. 
  So I get to the gas station and I start filling up.  1 gallon.............................2 gallons.....................
.............................. 3 gallons.........................................................................................4 gallons, and so it went.  It was taking its sweet little time!  Boy, I must have spent 5 minutes waiting for 15 gallons of gas to be put into my truck.  By that time I could have been in Bluffdale already.  Finally it get done and I leave as quickly and safely as possible.  So on Redwood Road I start speeding up to try and get to work on time.  I was at least ten minutes behind schedule.  I get to this group of cars that were going a little to slow for me. So I work my way though them safely and quickly as possible.  I get through them and I think they started to speed up too cause I didn't loose them in a hurry.  At that moment I thought to myself, (now get this) "I won'g get pulled over cause all of these cars are going the same speed as me".  A minute after I thought that I look behind me and see this suburban looking vehicle tailgating me.  I thought," What is he doing!  I am already going such and such mph over the speed limit. Why is he following so close".  30 seconds later that same vehicle had lights flashing on top.  WHAT! Where did he come from. Why did I not recognize him the first time I looked.  Oh well, so I pulled over and got all my stuff ready for him.  So he asks if I knew why he pulled me over and I said speeding and he said yep and ask for my info and goes back to his vehicle.  As I sit there I am thinking can you get this over with I am kind of in a hurry.  10 minutes go by and finally he aproaches my truck again.  He said, " Well I clocked you going Ya dit da mph in the 55 zone and also was trying to see how fast you were going in the 45 zone but couldn't.  Even though I know you were going faster than 50 in the 45 zone I wont hold it against you and will just ticket you for the violation in the 55 zone.  Sign here please and call this number no less than 5 days and no more than 14."  So I sign get all my stuff back from him and leave.  I get to the I-15 on ramp turning lane on Bangerter Hwy. and start to put stuff back in to my wallet.  I could not find my drivers licence.  WHAT! Did he not give it back to me? Did it fall on to the roadside back there?  Where was it?  During that wait at the traffic light I checked my truck ravishly to find it.  I was checking through all the papers he gave me, through my regestration papers. Nowhere could it be found.  But I did find it.  Inbetween my seat and the middle console.  That was a relief.  So the time I need to be a work comes and I call Dad to tell him I am running late and that I am still 15 minutes out. 
  So that is my story for the week.  I hope none of this happens to me, to Carolyn, or to any of you ever again.  Remember, drive safe, drive responibly, drive defensively, but never drink and drive.  Love you all.