Remember that post I wrote a few weeks back about driving slower to save gas? Well, between that and occasionally riding my bike and the bus to work, I’ve been saving gas and reducing air pollution by the bucketful. I’m not Hindu, but that’s the kind of behavior that’s supposed to build up good karma, right?
Not if you aren’t Hindu, apparently.
Let me back up a bit to last Friday and set the scene for you: I’m cruising along doing 55 in the far right lane on my way home from work, like the 90-year-old in a Buick I will one day become. Before my fuel efficiency epiphany, I had happily buzzed along in the left two lanes going 65 and passing all the trucks as they lumbered up the long hills. Now I do absolutely no passing at all as the traffic whizzes by me and anyone who gets behind me is going to be there a while unless they muscle-up and go around. But, and here's the catch, when that person tailing my bumper for about three miles happens to be a cop, it means he has ample time to notice that my tag expired 11 months ago. Mother fucker!
Don’t get me wrong; I don’t fault the cop at all for giving me a $132 ticket. He was a nice guy and I was completely cooperative and friendly with him, as it should be. And my registration had in fact expired almost a year ago, which is 100% my own fault. I never got the customary notice in the mail from the county that it was almost up, but it’s my responsibility to stay on top of these things.
What really fucking pisses me off about the whole thing is that I never would have been pulled over if I had been speeding LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. The reasons for me to be puttering along in the right lane doing the speed limit were entirely altruistic and instead of some cosmic thanks, I get a big FUCK YOU from the traffic gods. Well screw the traffic gods; from now on I’m praying to Vishnu. Maybe then I can cash in some of this karma.