Addendum: $284 ticket . . .

Keep in mind that I'm driving the 2009 rickshaw with Maryland plates which has no capacity for quickly getting up to any speed whatsoever. Keep in mind that I was driving from my mammogram appointment ( where the mammographer greeted me with a "Bonjour, Miss Caron." She had been my student at NFA in 1967 and said I hadn't changed! Had to give her a big hug when I left!) Keep in mind that I've been driving the speed limits with the skateboard I have for wheels. Now, the story goes like this. At the exit for the casinos on 395 South a monster trailer truck was blowing ice chunks off of the roof. I stayed behind for a while but got nervous as to how far I had to be behind. Decided to floor the rickshaw and get by the SOB. I sailed by, after putting my foot through the floor and calmly let up on the gas as I pulled in front of him when I saw the red and blue flashing lights, heard the siren and thought, "Yes, he's got the damn truck." Wrong. He got me. I pulled over near the exit of the gas station, rolled down my driver's window, got out the Enterprise/Whaling City Ford registration and my license when the policeman knocked at the passenger side window. Rolled down the window and this young, handsome, shaved head young officer asked me if I knew how fast I had been going. "No Sir. I don't. I'm sorry. I was trying to get by a big truck that was blowing ice all over the place." "I clocked you at 85mph." Me, wide eyed, "Really, Sir, I didn't know this car could go that fast." " Give me your license and registration." As I handed them to him I explained that I was driving a rental because my car was in the garage. He took my papers as I waited, heart beating rather fast, but not contrite when a second police car pulled up, lights flashing, an unmarked black Dodge Charger. He didn't stay long and the officer returned to the passenger window and handed me back my license and registration and said he wasn't going to write me up for anything. But told me it would have been a $284 ticket and explained that the next time a truck's blowing ice all over the road I must slow down and if necessary pull off of the road. I said, "Thank you, Sir. I have learned a good lesson." Phew. I can't believe how much trouble that damn rickshaw has been.

Jeff called from Whaling City today and told Puppy's Pop that the Pontiac should be put back together today and they want to drive it around tomorrow to make sure they've got all the bugs out of it. We may be able to pick it up Friday morning. He'll give us a call. I want to make sure that I speak with him about the warranty on the work they are doing and I also want to talk with the general manager to make sure our original warranty starts from the day we pick it up since they've had the crossover for over a week. I have more miles on the rickshaw than on my newbie.

Kiddo and I did have another great day bowling three strings with bumpers and eating Mighty Meals at McD's. I won two he got the third!