Monday, June 23, 2008
A Speedy 5K
My neighbor and I went to base on Saturday to run a 5K. I was so fast on this one that I got pulled over by the cops. That’s not the punch line to a bad joke. I really did get pulled over by the cops. I drove onto base when, not more than two minutes later, red and blue flashing lights greeted me in my rearview mirror. I thought it was a misunderstanding because the speed limit was 30 mph, and clearly I was going less than that. But apparently, I was a dangerous menace to the entire military installation and to US national security by going “26 mph in a 15 mph zone.” I could have disputed that there was no sign saying that it was a 15 mph zone. Instead, I gave him the requested items (my military ID, driver’s license, registration, and insurance) as well as a pitiful look, and prayed he wouldn’t give me a ticket. He didn’t. (Phew!) We still made it in time to start the 5K. The race itself was fun, and we made a couple new friends afterwards. Sadly, I didn’t go as fast during the race as I did on the drive to the race, or else I would have gotten a t-shirt instead of just a potential ticket and a somewhat entertaining story.