On Thursday morning around 3 a.m., I was coming back from a business meeting in LA going home to San Francisco when it happened…but maybe I should start at the beginning.
My business partner and I had a long day on Wednesday; an all day and all night business meeting. We left LA just after midnight and stopped by the gas station to get energy drinks and Wendy’s fast food; I had two bowls of chili and he had two burgers. My buddy drove to Harris Ranch which is the halfway point and we switched seats.
I had about an hour nap so I was ready to go. There wasn’t much traffic on the road so I could easily set the cruise control to 81 MPH. 30 minutes into my drive I noticed the car ahead of me about ½ mile away had letters reflecting back at me, so I knew it was the highway patrol. I waited until I was about 100 feet away to drop my speed to 78. The CHP pulled over to the right lane; I thought he wanted me to pass, so I did. Next thing you know, he pulls behind me and turns on his lights.
My buddy woke up when he felt the car slowing and asked what was happening. I said I was getting pulled over. When the CHP came to the door and asked if I knew I was speeding, I replied, “I was just going with the flow of traffic.” Well he didn’t like my answer and gave me a ticket.
I guess the moral of the story is I should have let my buddy drive the entire way. He drives 85-90 MPH and is normally able to talk his way out of tickets. He said I broke Rule #1, “Never pass a CHP on the highway.” Oh well, lesson learned.