Was out running errands at lunch and whippin' my way back to the office after a successful jaunt.
Was on Highway 280, crusin', and singing along to, I believe, Nelly, when I came around a blind curve to see a CHP pointing a gun at me.
Disconcerting to say the least.
I took leave of my senses. When I regained them, I realized it was a radar gun. Or actually lidar (uses laser instead of radio waves).
The good news is, that as I was cruisin' and holding an in-car concert, I was following a mini-van. Meaning when I got clocked I was doing 65 mph, the legal speed limit.
Karen lives to see another day, ticket free.
But it took me a good ten minutes for my heart rate to settle back in.
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