[By Nic Lindh on Thursday, 09 September 2004]
Every day as I and the rest of the Greater Metro Area crawl along the freeways, I’ve noticed the police have always pulled over a car or two. There they sit on the side of the road, blue lights flashing, police officer filling out paperwork, and the offending driver almost invariably on a cell phone, presumably letting people know that he or she will be late because “the #%&#$*@ cops pulled me over. Can you believe it?”
But how do you get pulled over for speeding in rush hour traffic? If I get it up to 20 miles per hour, I put my car in cruise for the thirty seconds that burst of speed will last.
Yet another one life’s little mysteries to ponder during the dark hours…