|On Life, Love, and Oncoming Traffic
||[Nov. 28th, 2005|01:38 am]
|||||Billy Idol - Rebel Yell||]|
We'll start at the end. This was fucking scary shit dude. I came within, like, 1/2 second of being T-boned by a cop on my way home from work tonight. Yeah.
I totally was not in the wrong, but the cop was in a pretty big friggin' hurry. You'd think they had an ammo special down at the gun store or something. The problem was, I was coming off the WB exit for 84 at Meridian ave, easily doing 80 because no one's on the road and I like to speed like an idiot. I spy, with my little eye, a leaf sucker for parking lots in the far left turn lane. I pull into the middle left lane, and slow down. I realize this truck/vaccum/worthless-job thing has been at the light for a while, so it's possible I don't need to stop, as the light just might signal my belovedly anticipated green arrow. The say green's the most optically visible color to the human eye. Because it's right in the middle of the specturm of visable light it's most soothing and attractive (both asthetically and scientifically) of all the colors. I do like green, so maybe they're right....
I signal my blinker. Going about 40, still slowing, I have 75 yards to go, the light goes green. Salvation! I realize that there's still the possibility of ice, and although I DO have FF w/a stick, IT'S STILL A HYUNDAI. So I slow still, to about 20-25 mph, and probably have about 1/2 a second at this speed before the point of no return... then point where I can no longer stop in time. In my little 50lb car, that's pretty close to the stop line...
I didn't see anything. I was clear. Onward. But the leaf/life sucker is still dormant. Why I wonder? Oh, well, better turn the wheel and watch the line so I don't accidentally cut him off or anything. I execute my turn gracefully.... for about 2/3 the way through, as over the hill to my right I saw police lights. Then came the siren over the sonic glare of a Bon Jovi guitar solo. To my right. I glance, and realize those lights are hurtling at my at tremendous speed, cannonballing thier way to Overland rd.
I need to get over, like, yesterday morning. Already I've jerked the wheel out of instinctive jumpiness, and luckily it was to the right. A second later I realize that's the direction I need to be going (at least, unless I want to race them, which I'm not exactly in the mood for at the moment). I'm over so fast that as I turned, I threw my blinker on - Before the current to pass through the car's electrical system to empower the light bulb itself - I was already stopping on the curb. Now, normally, this probably would have ended with me being cited for failure to yeild and sent on my way, if this particular authority figure decided a little abuse was in order. But I had another reason, a hidden reason, to fear the cops. So I REALLY didn't want this guy sniffing around at my car window, like they always seem to do when I get pulled over.... The cop blows by me at a speed of Warner Bros. proportions. I think he gave me a dirty look though. I didn't see anything, but I could sense it. I know these things... he probably thought "dumbass pothead" and kept on going to his sheep auction or whatever.
But then, just as this thought never enters my head, comes up the road a second set of lights. Also at comicly fast speeds, then a third, a fourth, AND a fifth. Wow, and actual CRIME!! Or a really big auction. Either way, that consists of EVERY patrol car the FINE city of Meridian has to offer on night watch, plus the chief, dispatcher, and janitor as well. I have to admit, the adrenaline was pretty cool, after I realized that there are bigger criminals out here than me (I was not conviced of this for a few seconds). Slowely I turn the wheel, signal, and go to pull back into traffic.
I almost merged into some jerk who came barreling through the left hand turn from the off ramp, because he had the light.
Pretty excited for tomorrow. Kirsten and I are going to see Walk the Line, and I hear only good things. Then I think were going to this Indian place she likes. She's pretty vegetarian, and I'm... not. Should be interesting.
Second date. Hooray! I must say, I have not talked on the phone with someone this much since just after high school. This chick is cool. Very.
So anyway, Walk the Line, for those of you just beginning your decimal emergence from crysalis form, is about the life of Johnny Cash. The original man in black. (after the first catholic priest, that is...). Joaquin Phoenix plays Johnny, and I love that guy. He's awesome. So I think I'll like it. I haven't heard anything bad out it yet, actally.
I've noticed my days taking a lot longer recently. In the last 7 days or so, it seems like the clock is against me. I think I know why, but will keep it to myself for the moment. I just seem to be more aware of time lately. That's all. Makes for a looong work day.
Think I'm done for now.
Revenge of the Vogon Poetry!!!
it's best not to think
of things that aren't in traffic
when making a left.