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My One Speeding Ticket
Cruise control is my friend
A few years back, when I lived in Portland, Oregon, a friend in Seattle was moving and had a bunch of garden stuff she wanted to get rid of. I had recently bought my house and desperately needed garden stuff.
So I drove my old beater Subaru to Seattle and loaded it up with marvelous things. I also had my bike with me on this trip, because reasons. Usually I tossed it in the back of the beater Subaru, but with the car full of garden stuff, I had to use the awkward tailgate bike rack.
And so, beater Subaru laden with Many Great and Wonderful Things, I headed home to Portland.
The I-5 corridor between Seattle and Portland should be a three-hour drive. Of course it is not, generally; so on the rare occasions when traffic does open up, drivers do not always, shall we say, strictly observe the speed limits.
I’m a careful driver. My other car is a little red convertible roadster (no, really; I only bought the old beater Subaru for hauling stuff, and for times when I needed to carry more than one passenger), so I’m also a dedicated, even perhaps ostentatious observer of speed limits. I like to set my cruise control for four MPH over the limit. Maybe five if I’m feeling crazy.
