No Need for Speed
The braces on her teeth. Her picture was in the paper. I think that’s what got to me, the story of the young girl killed when a BSO car hit the car she was in so hard it was broken in half. Such a pretty girl, braces on her teeth, on the verge of the real world. Wham. Dead. So much gone, so fast.
“Can’t stop everybody,” he said. I think he picked me out because of the Porsche. He thought I was a rich kid. I paid $2,600 for the used Porsche, at a time when a new VW cost $1,400.
One ticket in Florida was in Lawtey, the notorious speed trap many University of Florida alum experience when driving out of Gainesville, where signs went from 55 m.p.h., which I was doing, to about 25 m.p.h. within a few hundred yards. It was more than 10 years ago, and I am still angry about that one. I don’t know if they still do that, but if they do, it is organized crime, run by the wonderful government in a redneck town. The braces on the teeth brought that bad day back, and I am angry.
Back on topic. It amazes me how fast people drive in Fort Lauderdale, and seem to get away with it. Yesterday, a car passed me in a 35 m.p.h. zone on Broward Boulevard. It had to be going 55 m.p.h. and accelerating. Later in the day, I stopped for a red light at Broward and Andrews. I had plenty of time to stop, and in the rear view mirror I saw a car, coming up fast, swing out behind me and bust that light, big time. Had another driver, going perpendicular and anticipating the change of light, made a mistake, we might have had a fatality right in front of me. It happens all the time. Why are people in such a hurry? And with tinted windows, you can’t even see who is not in control. It must have something to do with sex.
And there is a lawsuit in Pembroke Pines over those automatic tickets at traffic lights at major intersections. The complaint is based on invasion of privacy, or some such B.S. A number of people are behind that suit. I would like to follow every one and see how often they bust lights. I would wage they do it all the time. They don’t like to stop.
This is a rant. Venting. Blame it on the braces on a pretty14-year-old girl who is not around to read this.