I was doing 47 MPH in the village 30 MPH zone. The trooper was so young and adorable. I told him I had no excuse when he asked me why I would do such a dangerous thing as speed through a school zone in the morning.
He asked for my license, registration and insurance card. I pulled out a registration and he said no, it was no longer valid. I asked if I could throw it out and he said yes. Then I gave him another, then another, and finally remembered the one I had put behind the passenger sun visor. It has the registration tags on it that I was supposed to put on my license plates last summer. I found an insurance card that I had had faxed to me last autumn for the last school field trip so that I could carry students, but that was now expired also. I have never bothered to have another one faxed to me. I pulled my license out of my wallet and then I became concerned. I have used black permanent marker to blacken out parts of the information on my driver's license that I feel are too personal to be on a driver's license.
Despite the speeding, no proof of insurance, no registration tags on my license plates, and my disfigured license, the trooper gave me a only a warning.
How can you give a woman that is the age of your mom a speeding ticket?
My record is still secure: I have never gotten a speeding ticket yet. My young and beautiful daughters can't even make that claim. A ticket today would have been 3 points on my insurance.
But there were three state troopers and two sheriffs in the town of Barton today: 1 each in each village of Orleans and Barton and 1 cruising around the town. I wonder what caused all this? It took me forever to get to my meeting in Newport this morning. When I returned to Barton at 2 PM it was a surreal drive through town as everyone was driving as if there were troopers behind every tree.
And yes, the plates on my car read MEEYAUW.