With the exception of a few variations I take the same path to and from work every day. So I’m fully aware that on the ride home if I go down Ward Parkway, sure as shit there’s gonna be a speed trap or two.
So as a result of this knowledge I’ll keep it within a few miles of the speed limit. But I’m usually the exception since I’m always getting passed. As a rule I have a habit of scanning the road two to three blocks ahead.
I’m doing this yesterday just as this asshole muthafucker in a new mustang blew around me. Just as he whipped around me I saw the faint figure of someone standing by the road a couple of blocks ahead.
I’m thinking, “get that muthafucker, get that muthafucker”.
And sure as shit the faint figure turned out to be a cop standing on the side of the road with a radar gun. The new mustang got pulled the fuck over.
Its times like this that I wish my car had a built in laugh track and a loud speaker.
"and the monkey flipped the switch"