I’m sure it’s because I was driving a shiny new bitchin’ Camaro, or possibly my short blond hair. It couldn’t have been my shiny black boots because you can’t see those while I’m driving.  Alas, I’ve had the Camaro for three days and already managed to get pulled over for speeding.

In my defense, I was only going 72 and traffic was heavy in the Terwilliger curves, I-5 Northbound at 1130am on a Tuesday. And I would have slowed down had the Portland Motorcycle cop not been hiding between two semi’s. I wasn’t even going all that fast! 72 in a 50?

Here’s the best part: I got out of the ticket! Here’s how it went down:
Officer: “Do you know why I pulled you over ma’am?”

Me: “No Sir, I have no idea!” (feigned surprise)

Officer: Well, the posted speed limit is 55 and it drops to 50 right here in the curves. I clocked you at 72, Ma’am. You were scootin’.”

Me: “Wow, I had no idea.” (Letting a worried look creep across my face, working on filling my eyes up with tears if need be, maybe a lip quiver.)

Officer: “Is this your car?”

Me: “No sir, it’s a station vehicle, a giveaway.” (more worried look)

Officer: “Do you have a driver’s license, can I see it?”

Me: “Of course, Sir.” (Always say sir or ma’am, totally shows respect. Always good to have a valid driver’s license, which I do. What I didn’t have yet was proof of insutrance. It was sitting on my desk back at work. Yeah, whoops. Thank God he didn’t even ask for it.)

So he goes back to his bike, cars whizzing by, and gets out his little thingy, runs my license and comes back with my ticket in his hand. My hands are shaking and I think it will be quite easy to produce a few tears should it come to it.

Officer: “I am going to give you a warning this time. Just slow it down for me.”

Me: “Thank you, Sir. I swear I will. I mean, I just got this car, I never drive it at all.”

And here’s the best part:

Officer: “I understand that ma’am, but all cars are the same, they all have a speedometer that tells you how fast you’re going. There’s nothing at all different about this car. Have a nice day”

Touche, Sir, touche.

I’d like to thank that cop for being so nice. I bet my own father would not have let me slide. I’d also like to thank Salon Nyla for giving me blond hair.

If you would like to speed in this totally hot, shiny new Camaro, please pay close attention in the upcoming weeks because you have a 1 in 3000 chance of winning it! Details to come shortly!

Seriously, how sexy is this car!!!?!!