Posted: 7/20/2005 6:08:31 AM EDT
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> Just remember....... > > > >Read This Slowly >Jack took a long look at his speedometer before slowing down: 73 in a >55 zone. Fourth time in as many months. How could a guy get caught so >often? > >When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack pulled over, but only >partially. Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard. Maybe >some other car will tweak his backside with a mirror. The cop was >stepping out of his car, the big pad in hand. > >Bob? Bob from Church? Jack sunk farther into his trench coat. This was >worse than the coming ticket. A cop catching a guy from his own church. >A guy who happened to be a little eager to get home after a long day at >the office. A guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow. > >Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw every Sunday, a man >he'd never seen in uniform. > >"Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this." > >"Hello, Jack." No smile. > >"Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my wife and kids." > >"Yeah, I guess." Bob seemed uncertain. Good. >"I've seen some long days at the office lately. I'm afraid I bent the >rules a bit -just this once." > >Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement. "Diane said something about >roast beef and potatoes tonight. Know what I mean?" "I know what you >mean. I also know that you have a reputation in our precinct ." Ouch. >This was not going in the right direction. Time to change tactics. > >"What'd you clock me at?" > >"Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?" > >"Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as saw you. I was >barely nudging 65." The lie seemed to come easier with every ticket. > >"Please, Jack, in the car." > >Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door. Slamming >it shut, he stared at the dashboard. He was in no rush to open the >window. > >The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad. > >Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license? > >Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays before Jack ever >sat near this cop again. A tap on the door jerked his head to the left. >There was Bob, a folded paper in hand Jack rolled down the window a >mere two inches, just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip. > >"Thanks." Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice. > >Bob returned to his police car without a word. Jack watched his retreat >in the mirror Jack unfolded the sheet of paper. How much was this one >going to cost? > >Wait a minute. What was this? Some kind of joke? > >Certainly not a ticket Jack began to read: > >"Dear Jack, Once upon a time I had a daughter. She was six when killed >by a car. You guessed it- a speeding driver. A fine and three months in >jail, and the man was free. Free to hug his daughters, all three of >them. I only had one, and I'm going to have to wait until Heaven before >I can ever hug her again. > >A thousand times I've tried to forgive that man. A thousand times I >thought I had. Maybe I did, but I need to do it again. Even now. Pray >for me. And be careful, Jack, my son is all I have left." > >"Bob" > >Jack turned around in time to see Bob's car pull away and head down the >road. Jack watched until it disappeared. A full 15 minutes later, he >too, pulled away and drove slowly home, praying for forgiveness and >hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived. > >Life is precious. Handle with care. This is an important message; >please pass it along to your friends. Drive safely and carefully. >Remember, cars are not the only things recalled by their maker. > >May today there be peace within you. May you trust God that you are >exactly where you are meant to be. "I believe that friends are quiet >angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering >how to fly." > |
I agree and disagree. There are something like 4-5 times more cars on the road today than back then. I think people were more careful back then, than now. In my state the death rate has increased something like 15% since the speedlimits went back to 70 (which I do support the higher speed limit). |
 And died like flies in the process. Take a look ar EARLY vehicle stats sometime. You can play semantics all you want, but when you roll a full size pickup twice, leave 700 yards of skid and yaw marks and have to be cut out of your Dodge. (All in a straight 30 mph zone) I'd say speed had something to do with it.  Might I suggest you leave accident investigation/reconstruction to those actually trained for it? 
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Well I'll bet that if we lower the National Speed Limit to 5 mph, deaths would drop to just about zero. Hey, it's for the childrenz. 
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Well I'll bet that if we lower the National Speed Limit to 5 mph, deaths would drop to just about zero. Hey, it's for the childrenz. No....because there will always be some jackass who thinks the speed limit doesn't apply to him, who will drive whatever speed he wants. About half of the accidents I handle involve prople not paying attention/falling asleep/drunk. The rest are speed/too fast for contitions/aggressive driving. If people would drive like the had a brain, things would be better. Speed causes and contributes to lots of accidents, it increases the severity of the ones that have other causes. But you're better than the rest of us, aren't you. |
Standard Arfcom posting procedure. Step 1. Post unsupportable and patently ridiculous statement in thread where you are ignorant of the subject matter Step 2. When called on it, quickly sidestep and use standard "Snappy comeback" # 43. Step 3. Pat yourself on back and congratulate yourself on your "cleverness".
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