I have started using the scooter again. Attempting to sell it did not get me anywhere. Well, there was the guy on ebay who said he would buy it, then bailed out. I need to get a new face plate for my helmet, but that was a wash. Last time I tried, I could not find one. That was fine at the time. A few weeks ago, I was riding and it came loose again. I just tore it off and pitched it! Now have to wear glasses of some kind all the time on the scooter.
Yesterday, I rode off to work, waved Hi to Kristi on the way out of the lot, and eventually went to church for choir and dinner. After choir, I took the wrong way home so I could see where the play is going to be Saturday. Just as I went through the intersection at Hickory and Bell, I noticed the sign "No Turn on Red." Oops. I better be more careful next time. Pico-seconds later, I saw the officer parked facing the fated intersection. "I wonder if he saw.... he saw me."
Needless to say, I was polite to the young man and admitted guilt and the specific offense. Once he knew I was properly documented and had no other reason to drag my guilty butt downtown, he asked me where I was coming from and going to. "Church, home." Some how, I was stopped by the one office who hated to give people a ticket when they were coing from church.
Honestly, his reasons for granting me grace were his reasons. I am grateful. I have not had a ticket (other than a Montana conservation fine) since I don't know when.
Yesterday, I rode off to work, waved Hi to Kristi on the way out of the lot, and eventually went to church for choir and dinner. After choir, I took the wrong way home so I could see where the play is going to be Saturday. Just as I went through the intersection at Hickory and Bell, I noticed the sign "No Turn on Red." Oops. I better be more careful next time. Pico-seconds later, I saw the officer parked facing the fated intersection. "I wonder if he saw.... he saw me."
Needless to say, I was polite to the young man and admitted guilt and the specific offense. Once he knew I was properly documented and had no other reason to drag my guilty butt downtown, he asked me where I was coming from and going to. "Church, home." Some how, I was stopped by the one office who hated to give people a ticket when they were coing from church.
Honestly, his reasons for granting me grace were his reasons. I am grateful. I have not had a ticket (other than a Montana conservation fine) since I don't know when.
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