I’m on the Gold Coast this weekend. Last weekend it was Brisbane, the weekend before my sister’s house out of town. It’s always nice to have something a wee bit exciting to do on weekends. It breaks up the monotony of the whole wake up, go to work, finish work, go to the gym, go home and sleep thing. Did you know it takes 3 hours to get from my house to the Gold Coast. That’s not so bad I suppose, but it’s a long boring drive. Looooong and boring. Trust me.
Especially when you get a speeding ticket 20 minutes from home and have to vigilantly use the cruise control from here on out. Which may or may not have happened to me. Those who know me know it absolutely happened to me. I like to drive. Fast mostly. Not in the crazy hoon way but in the fastest possible way without being a danger to society. {Some people would say that’s every km over, I’m less inclined to believe such things}.
Have car, will travel. That’s me.
It is, after all, a pretty darn hot car.
Even the cop who booked me today said so. He had lots of questions. So many questions that it peaked the hope receptacle in my itty bitty hope center that this little lady might maybe, just maybe be let off the ticket. You know, because he was a fan and all. It turns out my hopes were to be dashed and a ticket was mine. By the way, I said as he went to leave, your bike needs a service it sounds terrible. I said it with conviction, like I knew but I didn’t. It was just a little dig at him and his stupid ticket AND the bike did sound a little weird.
And that’s about it. It’s late and I’m hanging around waiting to see if my nephew Ashton is going to wake up to be fed. I’m babysitting tonight you see. In the second of two amazing homes I’ve had the pleasure to be invited into over the past two weeks. And nothing makes me happier than a beautiful home. I am after all a real estate brat. But that, my friends, is a story for another day.
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We could of done coffee lady. X
I actually considered whether or not to get in touch and if I had more time I would have for sure. I had too many marks to hit and at pretty much the wrong side of the coast to make it possible. But soon enough! I’ll be there with bells on to meet the new addition. xo
Speed limits can be a bit arbitrary. I think there are so many factors that are more important to being a safe driver but laws do tend to be a bit ‘one size fits all’.
They are, absolutely, I don’t think there’s a simpler or better way to do it. I would though still count myself as a safe driver even though I like to move fast.
I need to get out and about more but I just don’t want to drive myself!! My husband is going to pay for all the years of exclusive driving I’ve done when he gets his licence hahhaha
Haha. Make him suffer! 😉
As the wife of a paramedic, I’m afraid you and I will need to agree to disagree Miss Suger. There are many factors other than speed that can and will contribute to an accident, speed however seems to be the most frequent common denominator. As my Superman walks out the door to each shift I always say ‘be safe, I love you’, there are many reasons I worry about his safety, but mostly it’s the speeds they travel at to get to emergencies….. scares the life out of me that one day he could become the patient.
You’re right, of course. I would hate for my choice to put your husband in danger rushing to save me from my dumb ass self. I can assure you though I never speed on residential streets or roads I don’t know. Not that it matters I suppose. A big thank you to your hubby from me because what he does is pretty darn special.