Sammy Hagar: “I Can’t Drive 55”
I’m getting ready to pack the car and head home, perhaps with an Exxon-prepared meal along the way. Here’s hoping that the cops snagged their quota of speeders over the holiday weekend and they’ll leave me alone when I blow down two-lane highways past roadside produce stands, stores that spell ‘country’ with a K, and at least seventeen orphaned shoes.
I’m half-afraid to write this, but it’s been two years since I got a speeding ticket…or three as luck and lead feet would have it. In a three week period, I saw blue lights in my rearview in Guilford, Forsyth AND Stokes counties.
I also quickly learned the benefit of being friends with attorneys, even those who swore they’d personally shred your drivers license if you called them at home again.
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