Sunday was a great day, my father and I had just finished picking up some stuff from an auction we went to the prior night, about $1,800 of stuff, it was rather a steal, we were surprised all of it was that cheap. We got too much stuff to list, it was great. After we took the stuff to our other land, for storage, we went home in dad's thunderbird. Mom was happy as a lark, finally, she hasn't been happy recently because of medical problems. Valarie, Brandon, Jessica, Dad, Fletcher, everyone, they were all having a blast, along with me. We decided it'd be great to have some pizza about that time, so my mother and I discussed the pizza issue. I wanted all meat-lovers pizza from domino's, and mom wanted pizza from the new york style restaurant. We debated for a good while on this, and chose the best route; I would order the meat lovers for delivery, and I would drive out to Johnny's pizza for the new york style. So I ordered the pizza from domino's, and got in the car to go to the new york style restaraunt. This is where everything started to go down hill.
I pulled down to the bottom of my road, and decided I'd take the high-way because it would be much faster than following some pokey old man through town. So I'm going at about 40mph through double bridge (Speed limit is 25) It's a very windy road, and even 40 is pushing it, but I knew my limits. So I come upon a straight away, and a man pulls out in a very large F-350 double cab, and I decided I would just pass the man, seeing as he would probably go very slow. And I didn't want to slam on my brakes so I could match his speed, which would have probably locked all my wheels and caused me to hit him in the hind end (I was going ~50 at the time). It was a double-lane road, but it was late at night, and there wasn't a soul for miles, so I passed him. As I was passing him, I went to 70mph for a short time, so I could actually pass him, and then slowed down when I got in front of him. I then continued to go through at 15 over the speed limit. Then I started out to the high-way further.
I got out on the high-way, which is a large straight highway wherein you can see for at least a full mile, and decided, I'm not going to go 65mph! There is no one on this road anyway! I'll get in the fast lane and go a little bit faster! So I get there, and I'm speeding up considerably, now going on 95mph. I notice that the truck I passed catch up to me quite quickly, but I dis-regarded him completely. After a while, I find my exit, and continue through it, knowing my limits, I had to slow down to about 40mph to take the turn, or I'd kill myself or others, because at this time there was a little bit of traffic on the road. So I go normal from now on, it's in the city, don't want to endanger anyone, now do I?
So after a little bit, I finally arrive at my destination, Johnny's pizza. After I got there, a big mean looking truck parked in three lanes, it looked quite similar to the one I passed about half an hour ago! And by god, soon as that 8 foot man got out of the truck, pointed his finger while walking towards me, and said "Are you the little sheit that passed me on double bridge road?" I was scared sheitless. I said blunty however, "Yeah, yeah it was, why?" Afterwards he said "Well, now you are going straight to jail, and having your license suspended." It just happened that I ran into the famous "Robo-Cop" off duty. He is called "Robo-Cop" because he is the biggest, meanest cop in all georgia. He is absolutely ruthless when it comes to teenagers doing something wrong. Good thing where I stopped was out of his jurisdiction. However, he called reinforcements! Which was not good, not good at all.
Robocop and I talked a little bit, about how I shouldn't be speeding, or anything like that, and doing bad stuff, and many people get killed, etc etc. He also told me I was going straight to jail! He asked "What do you have to say for yourself, etc." I simply stated, "Well, I'm not surprised by what's happening, and I know I was in the wrong, so I have nothing to say for myself." Well, after the cornelia police man came, we talked a bit about some misc. stuff, I showed him the broken door on the car I was driving (it doesn't close right; taking it to body shop soon) and he went through the 80 million insurance cards we have from the past. I told him my SS number, because I forgot my license at home, I gave him my name and address, etc, etc... I was pretty calm throughout the entire thing. Still keeping my sarcastic attitude, which got me further in the hole too. Then the nice copper hand cuffed me, and we went straight to the jail house! Nothing much happened there though.
An asian man escorted me to the room where you get to talk to someone and make your phone call (although he didn't allow me to call anyone). And told me to sit put while they called my parents. So I sit... and I sit... and I sit some more, then I start picking my finger nails, brushing my hair, spinning in the chair, doing everything that I could to stay awake... I could not, however, move from my chair. So I'm spinning around going "woo!" And the prime officer tells me "Sonny, I gotta get some information on yun's, get on en here." He was a redneck from heck too. So anyway, he starts asking me a bunch of questions about my past, good student or not, and stuff like that. They found out about the stop light I ran too, the guy recorded it, just didn't give me a ticket. So the main officer man writes me two tickets, one for "reckless driving" and one for "passing on a double lane road." He didn't mark the speed I was going, or any correct information. Especially on the "traffic" area, where there was absolutely no traffic, he put "Traffic: Heavy." Don't know why he wanted to be mean about it, but I fussed him out for it, not helping one bit though.
So he takes me out to the main room, and my parents are there. The first thing mom says "Where's our pizza?!" God I was so happy when she said this, because that meant she was still in a fine mood. The police let me go home for today, luckily. Then me and my parents have a long discussion, dad showed me a '93 thunderbird, who was going 100mph down double bridge (you'd have to be a crazy idiot to do THAT) and wrapped itself around a tree. The car was fine except for the driver side door, which was demolished, and the 17 year old inside was killed. This didn't impress me though, I know how people get killed going fast. I don't go fast where I don't think I can absolutely handle it. Hell, my father even said "I can't say much, I go 100mph through town sometimes, and even 70 through double bridge!" And that was in his '63 galaxie! I don't know how he did it, if I went 70 I'd die through double bridge!
So the outcome is, we're waiting for the call to say when the trial starts, whether or not I'll get my license suspended or not, etc, etc. The most likely outcome will be suspension for an entire year I don't expect anything less.
*edited for grammar* made some big mistakes :/
I pulled down to the bottom of my road, and decided I'd take the high-way because it would be much faster than following some pokey old man through town. So I'm going at about 40mph through double bridge (Speed limit is 25) It's a very windy road, and even 40 is pushing it, but I knew my limits. So I come upon a straight away, and a man pulls out in a very large F-350 double cab, and I decided I would just pass the man, seeing as he would probably go very slow. And I didn't want to slam on my brakes so I could match his speed, which would have probably locked all my wheels and caused me to hit him in the hind end (I was going ~50 at the time). It was a double-lane road, but it was late at night, and there wasn't a soul for miles, so I passed him. As I was passing him, I went to 70mph for a short time, so I could actually pass him, and then slowed down when I got in front of him. I then continued to go through at 15 over the speed limit. Then I started out to the high-way further.
I got out on the high-way, which is a large straight highway wherein you can see for at least a full mile, and decided, I'm not going to go 65mph! There is no one on this road anyway! I'll get in the fast lane and go a little bit faster! So I get there, and I'm speeding up considerably, now going on 95mph. I notice that the truck I passed catch up to me quite quickly, but I dis-regarded him completely. After a while, I find my exit, and continue through it, knowing my limits, I had to slow down to about 40mph to take the turn, or I'd kill myself or others, because at this time there was a little bit of traffic on the road. So I go normal from now on, it's in the city, don't want to endanger anyone, now do I?
So after a little bit, I finally arrive at my destination, Johnny's pizza. After I got there, a big mean looking truck parked in three lanes, it looked quite similar to the one I passed about half an hour ago! And by god, soon as that 8 foot man got out of the truck, pointed his finger while walking towards me, and said "Are you the little sheit that passed me on double bridge road?" I was scared sheitless. I said blunty however, "Yeah, yeah it was, why?" Afterwards he said "Well, now you are going straight to jail, and having your license suspended." It just happened that I ran into the famous "Robo-Cop" off duty. He is called "Robo-Cop" because he is the biggest, meanest cop in all georgia. He is absolutely ruthless when it comes to teenagers doing something wrong. Good thing where I stopped was out of his jurisdiction. However, he called reinforcements! Which was not good, not good at all.
Robocop and I talked a little bit, about how I shouldn't be speeding, or anything like that, and doing bad stuff, and many people get killed, etc etc. He also told me I was going straight to jail! He asked "What do you have to say for yourself, etc." I simply stated, "Well, I'm not surprised by what's happening, and I know I was in the wrong, so I have nothing to say for myself." Well, after the cornelia police man came, we talked a bit about some misc. stuff, I showed him the broken door on the car I was driving (it doesn't close right; taking it to body shop soon) and he went through the 80 million insurance cards we have from the past. I told him my SS number, because I forgot my license at home, I gave him my name and address, etc, etc... I was pretty calm throughout the entire thing. Still keeping my sarcastic attitude, which got me further in the hole too. Then the nice copper hand cuffed me, and we went straight to the jail house! Nothing much happened there though.
An asian man escorted me to the room where you get to talk to someone and make your phone call (although he didn't allow me to call anyone). And told me to sit put while they called my parents. So I sit... and I sit... and I sit some more, then I start picking my finger nails, brushing my hair, spinning in the chair, doing everything that I could to stay awake... I could not, however, move from my chair. So I'm spinning around going "woo!" And the prime officer tells me "Sonny, I gotta get some information on yun's, get on en here." He was a redneck from heck too. So anyway, he starts asking me a bunch of questions about my past, good student or not, and stuff like that. They found out about the stop light I ran too, the guy recorded it, just didn't give me a ticket. So the main officer man writes me two tickets, one for "reckless driving" and one for "passing on a double lane road." He didn't mark the speed I was going, or any correct information. Especially on the "traffic" area, where there was absolutely no traffic, he put "Traffic: Heavy." Don't know why he wanted to be mean about it, but I fussed him out for it, not helping one bit though.
So he takes me out to the main room, and my parents are there. The first thing mom says "Where's our pizza?!" God I was so happy when she said this, because that meant she was still in a fine mood. The police let me go home for today, luckily. Then me and my parents have a long discussion, dad showed me a '93 thunderbird, who was going 100mph down double bridge (you'd have to be a crazy idiot to do THAT) and wrapped itself around a tree. The car was fine except for the driver side door, which was demolished, and the 17 year old inside was killed. This didn't impress me though, I know how people get killed going fast. I don't go fast where I don't think I can absolutely handle it. Hell, my father even said "I can't say much, I go 100mph through town sometimes, and even 70 through double bridge!" And that was in his '63 galaxie! I don't know how he did it, if I went 70 I'd die through double bridge!
So the outcome is, we're waiting for the call to say when the trial starts, whether or not I'll get my license suspended or not, etc, etc. The most likely outcome will be suspension for an entire year I don't expect anything less.
*edited for grammar* made some big mistakes :/