I FOUGHT THE LAW AND THE LAW WON!!!

Well this is not a very pleasant story!!! It was until I got stopped by the police!!! Well, you all know how much I love my Sparklie Green Mustang. Of course, Larry insisted it had to be a GT which means it is a V8 engine and has tons of power and we have never been able to put the petal to the metal and have it top out. That car just wants to go faster and faster and faster.
My brother David, who by the way, is a saint, and has been referred to as a gentle giant, moved from Craig Colorado to Syracuse Utah about six months ago. He was diagnosed with Parkinson Disease about 2 and 1/2 years ago. Apparently, the Neurologist in Craig Colorado didn't really give him the treatment he needed so he was going down hill and had not seen a doctor in Utah yet because records had not been sent etc. etc. etc. Last Monday April 21 I decided to take a trip to Utah and spend some time with my brother. I do apologize to all of you that I would have loved to stop and see but didn't have enough time. I stayed with Lindsay on Monday night and Tues. morning, then it was on to Angie's for Tues. night and Wed. morning. Which was Ryan's 15th birthday. Then it was on to Dave Bird's house in Syracuse. We had some great quality time together while his sweet wife, Paulette, is busting her buns getting a real estate business going with her sister, Colleen, who has worked this business for several years and done very well. So we just hung out and spent time together. On friday he had an appointment with a Neurologist that specializes in Parkinsons so, of course, being the way I am I wanted to go with Dave and Paulette to the appointment. The Dr., I feel, has already helped tremendously and has ordered a bunch of tests so we can see just where he is in the whole process. He has had to go on permanent disability which is very hard for him. I could go on for hours about what his Dr. in Colorado did not do for him but I will spare you that, since I don't even know the whole story!!! After the Dr. appt. I got a wild hair and decided I was ready to go home and see my sweetie. I had planned to possibly stay at Angie's and go home Saturday morning but once I left I wanted to sleep in my own bed. I stopped at the cemetary and groomed my Mom's head stone and placed a beautiful bunch of silk flowers, which I hope will still look good for Mother's Day. I was pooped after that hour of work but was still determined to get home to good old North Las Vegas.
I have always tried my best to keep my speed under 85 because I don't want no stinkin' speeding tickets and to this point I have done quite well. After going past Nephi something got into me...it's like my evil twin took over and I started going faster and faster even on cruse control. My thought was this is so fun I bet I can go fast just this once (Please don't tell Beth, she would kill me) so the cars with boys in behind me loved it. It was like a caravan of speeders. They followed everything I did, and I am sure they thought if a cop comes along she will get the ticket. I sure don't know where that Highway Patrolman came from or how long he followed me. I bet those boys were laughing all the way down the road. I think he was probably coming the other direction. When I saw those lights flashing you can imagine how I felt, by the way I was listening to President Hinckley's autobiography "Go Forward with Faith" you would think that might slow me down, but no way!!!
The windows in my mustang are tinted really dark-that is the way we bought it and it looks cool so we kept it!!! although, sometimes at night I have to roll down my window so I can see to back up. I am sure when I finally got stopped and that policeman got out of his car he was expecting to see some gang banger from Vegas, who had just made a drug run. When I rolled down my window and he saw me his mouth dropped and he said "Do you know what the speed limit is?" I said "75" he said "Do you know how fast you were going?" I said "a-a-a-a-a-a how fast" He said 106 mph and I said "I thought I was just staying with the flow of traffic." He said "Are you kidding, you were passing everyone!!!" All I could say is I am sorry. So he asked for my licence and I gave it to him with my proof of insurance and registration and he walked back to his car. I then called Larry, which fortunately for me, all he could do was laugh. I was just seeing how fast I could get to Fillmore!!! Well, when the nice Highway Patrol Officer came back he gave me my big fat ticket and he said I only wrote you up for 105 that saved you some money. Then he said your tinted windows are too dark even for Nevada. I then said "We bought this car used and that is the way it came and when we registered it nobody said anything." He said and the tint on your little side back windows is starting to peel off in the corners." to which I said "Yes, I know and my grandkids pick at it" and then he said "WELL, LET'S KEEP GRANDMA ALIVE." Then he told me to call and they would probably let me pay $50. a month for the rest of my life, no it was $335. if he had written me up for 106 it would have been $435.
He said for me to call within two weeks or they would add $50 and if I didn't call within a month they would issue a warrant for my arrest. So there you have it the little old lady from North Las Vegas Go Granny, Go Granny, Go Granny, Go!!! I am sure you have heard that song only it was the little old lady from Pasadina. Then Lenny tells me when he was on Highway Patrol they took anyone going over 100 mph to jail. So needless to say I have learned a big expensive lesson and I didn't get home until after midnight. My kids have given me a real bad time. Angie said "We don't want to be planning a funeral." Mike said "That is so dangerous!" I was just having fun and I thought I was in perfect control. Oh Well, lesson learned. We do pay for our education one way or another!!! Don't We? Love To All Of You and I am glad I'm not dead or in jail!!!