Driving home from work. Going 80 on the freeway. The familiar lights on the car immediately behind me did not bode well. I pulled over and began to retrieve the insurance verification and the car registration from my glove box. The officer stepped up to the passenger side of my car and knocked on the window.
“Yes, officer?” He asked, “Didn’t you see me driving beside you?” It was 8:00 in the evening and dark. I explained to him that I tend to drive facing straight ahead turning my head only while making lane changes. So, no, I didn’t notice him to my left.
“I drive beside motorists as a warning, usually the motorist slows down when they see me.” Okay, officer, but I have already explained the method with which I drive…and I was listening to Roy Orbison…really loud.
The admonition was clear. Slow down, Cyndi. Before I went on my way and he went on his, the officer left me with one more word of warning. He mentioned that had he been highway patrol (he represented City of Oakley police) I would have been slapped with a $865 fine. I was let go with a warning. Merry Christmas.