The Finch Formerly Known As Gold

3 November 2005

File under: Think Fast

I'm coming up one of those infamous incredibly-short on-ramps with a built-in blind spot, and just emerging from said blind spot is your basic eighteen-wheeler. The usual response to this is simple enough: fourth to second, zoom to 6000 rpm, problem solved. At the end of this burst I'm usually doing 68 mph or so, which is faster than most truckers on this particular stretch.

And about two-thirds of the way up, there appears in the $200 lane a black and white Crown Vic with a light bar, the sort of apparition which discourages doing 68 mph or so, being as how the limit is 60.

Ultimately, it was easy: I can be compressed into a small polyhedron by a Kenworth, or I can take the chance that my next two words won't be "Hello, officer." And as it turned out, the man with the badge was rather anxious to get through the pattern himself, as his exit was coming up, so if he paid any attention to me at all, it was to make sure I wasn't actually in his path.

I suppose it's a good thing I still have enough in the way of driving reflexes to notice these situations, but still, it was an anxious moment or two.

Posted at 5:15 PM to General Disinterest


Once in high school someone hollered "Think fast" & threw a basketball at me. I hollered back "E=mc2". The basketball hit me right between the eyes & knocked me to the ground. I was the only one that thought it was funny.

still do.

Posted by: Dwayne "the canoe guy" at 10:42 AM on 4 November 2005