The temp was 70. Nice breeze. Sunny. Friday - I was done w/ work for the week. I looked at Indy and said let's take a ride and pick up a pizza. ("Ride" and "Pizza" are among the words Indy understands so she got pretty excited.) Soon we were tootling down the road, windows open, listening to NPR discuss the news of the week. Life was good. I crested a hill and there was a cop car. I should have remembered that. On the way home from work this morning, I'd seen a police car backing into a driveway by that hill. I checked my speed. Oops, about 10 m/p/h over the speed limit. I looked in my rear-view mirror. The cop car pulled out behind me. However, he didn't put on his lights but just followed me into town. He turned off by the police station while I continued on to the store. A bit more aware of my speed on the way home, I thought "Life is good."
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