Sweet home Alabama
Well, at least there is sunshine, blue sky and warm weather.
Sunshine, blue sky, warm weather and cops.
I used to think that California had a lot of highway patrol cops, er I mean officers. Until yesterday. Last night, during the 20-minute ride to pick my sister up from the airport I stopped counting the number of police cars - all with lights blazing - after TWENTY (20). That's a lot of cops. And they were not all in the same place (no visible accidents or donut shops), they were spread out in groups of three or four along the freeway.
I also counted four ambulances in the same amount of time. Back home I maybe see one ambulance a month. What is up with that?
Driving here is just nuts. For one thing the speed limit is often 55. Good God. For the second, there are waaaaay too many people driving UNDER the speed limit. The nice officers actually have to pull people over to tell them to drive faster for safety reasons (my grandfather was one of them).
Today I drove past one of those signs that tells you how fast you are going, with a note posting the legal limit. Usually I am a good 20 mph over that limit. (I know, but I love to drive and my car holds the road well). Down here I am driving a minivan, and my freeway speed was 44 miles per hour. I was one them - one of those people driving under the legal limit! Even as I finally passed the idiot who was blocking the fast lane I couldn't get the car to go more than 75.
Is it time to go home yet?
