danika gets busted

okay, so i was speeding again and a cop came out of nowhere and flashed his lovely red and blues. he cheerfully informed me that i was going to get a ticket... but when he told me how fast i was going, i couldn't believe it, because my speedometer indicated that while i was speeding, i was not going *that* fast.

*sigh*

one of life's bitter ironies, i guess. i'm going to get speed-o-meter checked, and if it is off, i'm going to contest it. why? why contest a speeding ticket when i was, in fact speeding? because going 15 miles over the limit vs. 9 or 10 miles over makes a big difference, insurancewise. and if my trusty spedometer is off, then i need to get it fix, lest i get yet another ticket.

meanwhile, i have to slow down and let the grandmothers pass me until i know what speed i'm really going.

guess danika's off the track for the time being.