| Tonight, I had one of those “knew this was gonna happen sometime, but NOW really? Please no! moments. (Cut to me pleasantly motoring down Reed Hartman Highway)
I had just finished taking extra batting practice after my baseball practice, and was on my way to pick up Sarah at Church and then go home. With one hand on the wheel, I carried on a cell phone conversation with my mom telling her about how I had fixed my swing bla bla. I drove down the deserted, dark Reed Hartman Highway without a care in the world (except getting a new car, and our trip to Atlanta, and whether or not I was going to work the next day and…k I had a lot of cares anyway…) Then that…event that I had played in my head many times occurred. As I approached Cooper Rd. suddenly blinding blue and red lights caught my eye and I was hit with the sudden realization that that friendly police officer…he’s…AFTER ME! As my mind began to race I tried to find a place to pull of to the side of the road (I ended up just stopping in the turn lane). Once stopped, I rolled down my window and stuck me head out, trying to see if he was motioning me to move to a different spot. Determining this was made difficult by his blinding lights, and to him I probably appeared like I was planning an escape. I sank back in my seat and then began that amazing, only-know-what-im-talking-about-if-you’ve-experienced-it, feeling of waiting for the cop to come to the window. As I waited I began to add up the birthday/work money I would be spending on this ticket. Briefly those high speed chases on COPS entered my mind but I decided against it.
The officer came to the window, pleasantly introduced himself, and then asked me if I knew why I was being stopped. I responded with a shaky “cause I was speeding” to which he replied, yes and you were straddling lanes. We’re you talking on your cell phone?” Yes, I was talking to my mom was my reply. Resigned to my fate of money down the drain/points on my record/and who knows what else, I handed the officer my license and began looking for insurance papers. I was like “Um…im not sure where the insurance papers are, do you mind if I call my mom?” He was like “That’s ok, are you Andrew Zylka’s brother?” Somewhat started I managed a “yeaah”. He was like “My son played baseball with your brother last year…alright, consider yourself lucky. Slow down.” Still quite shaky, yet relieved, I managed a smile and a “thank you so much!” and began driving again. Dear reader I must say, I don’t think I have ever driven so slow in my life. Thanking God, Andrew, the amazing sport of baseball, the remax raiders and just about everything else I slowly puttered my way to church and then home. This grand experience has led me to refocus my car search. I’m now looking for a vehicle with perhaps a lawnmower engine, maybe a nice two cycle Camry? IDK I just know its going to take me a good hour to get to work in Eastgate tomorrow morning.
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