Got Out of Another Ticket

I have no idea how I managed to get out of this one.   Usually, when you get pulled over driving a bright red Porsche that's obviously seen track time and has a license plate like mine .... well, you just man up and take your ticket.    And yet, somehow, I got lucky.   Did I mention that I couldn't find my insurance card either?  

So, what happened?  Well, I was running around town, trying to pick up my date and get back to the annual SCCA party (did I mention that I was going to a party with a bunch of racers?) before I missed out on everything.  Luckily, the officer didn't see me showing off for my friends (~80mph in a 35 in the middle of downtown) or hauling ass down the interstate (~110 in a 55) and instead caught me leaving "spiritedly" from a stop sign.   

Honestly, I was just having fun and I'm not entirely sure I broke the speed limit.  But I am pretty sure that I could have gotten busted for exhibition of acceleration.   I don't know where the officer came from, but as much attention as I was attracting, he could have come from anywhere. 

Once he pulls me over, I wonder just how bad it's going to be.  When I can't find my insurance (took it out of the car for an inspection, forgot to put it back) I know it's going to be bad.  Not having proof of insurance pretty much guarantees you'll get a couple of tickets -- they're going to make sure you show up to court to prove that you were covered, and as long as they're writing one ticket .... well, you get the idea.  

When he asked me to step out and to the rear of my vehicle, I knew it was going to be bad.  They don't ask you to step out for no good reason.   Rather, he didn't ask, he ordered me.   So, we had a nice little conversation -- where had I been, where was I going (I sure as hell didn't mention I was going to a party with a bunch of race car drivers), and just what in the hell I thought I was doing.   I tried a bullshit excuse, and then just said, "I wasn't showing off, but I don't have an excuse either."   We danced around all the other bullshit, like had I been drinking or were there any drugs in the car, and then he informed me that he was just going to cut me a warning and let me go. 

I guess some days you just get lucky.  I have no idea.   He never noticed that I wasn't sporting my front license plate either.