Prophetic Genius

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.

Hrmph.