So, remember when I ran the National Half Marathon last month?
Remember how I got lost on the way there?
Remember when I posted this:
And then I got lost.
Like really, really lost. In the dark. In a city I never drive in. A city with tons of one way streets and confusing intersections. I'm pretty sure I disobeyed every traffic law in the book this morning as I frantically searched for a really big stadium that most people probably wouldn't miss.
Would you care to wager a guess as to what I received in the mail yesterday afternoon?
A speeding ticket!
DC has fixed radar cameras situated throughout the city. Evidently a fixed radar camera on New York Avenue didn't like that I was going 46 mph in a 35 zone, so it took my car's picture and sent me a bill for $125!
Honestly, I thought I saw a camera flash at one point as I was trying to find my way to RFK Stadium, but I just pushed it to the back of my mind. Because, you know, I was lost, on the verge of a panic attack, and trying to get to my race on time. Ever since then, I've had a nagging suspicion that something wasn't quite right and sure enough, my suspicions were spot on. I'm a freakin' prophetic genius.
I must say that sending money to the DC DMV is not the most enjoyable way to spend $125, but I'm guilty and therefore must pay my fine.
I'm a good citizen. And a guilty one at that.
Those cameras are sneaky. I think if a real, living, breathing cop had pulled me over at that very moment (5:31 am), my frantic, anxious demeanor would have scared him/her enough to let me off with a warning...and perhaps a police escort to RFK Stadium, as well.
This is my first speeding ticket ever. Farewell, my beautiful, unblemished record, it's been a good run. In 18 years of driving, I guess that's not so bad. Right? It could be far worse.
But still, I can think of a million different ways I'd rather spend $125.