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About ten years ago my then pregnant wife and I were driving home from a potluck dinner at our friend’s house. We were in the 911, and it was about 11:30 at night. About 2 miles from home we were at a stoplight. A young guy in a Lexus is300 pulled up beside us. The light turned green, and he took off. I didn’t quite take the bait, but I matched his speed doing about 60 in a 40 zone. The Lexus went straight through the next intersection while we made a right. All of a sudden we were lit up by a local patrol. I promptly pulled over. The young officer walked up to my side, took a look at me and my wife who had a large half full salad bowl in her lap, and asked, “Is there a reason why you were speeding?”
Before I could answer he followed up his question with another, “Or is it because you are driving your Porsche?”
“Because I’m driving my Porsche.”
He half smiled and said, “Okay, make sure you obey the speed limit during the rest of your drive home.”
And I did.
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