Late-Night Lawbreaking...

3 hours of long, straight highway. It's a seemingly easy trip to navigate, and having travelled it many times with many a colourful character in the car, the route is dabbled with memories. A carload of friends snapping our fingers on our way past Snappy's carwash at 2am.. The parking lot Josh and I traditionally stopped at for a mid-drive stretch.. The gas station in Arva that uses M's for W's and W's for M's.. The gift shop that sells everything-- including sweaters that remind me of Tara. The drive from London to home has always been a relaxing and generally pleasent experience.. Not at rediculous o'clock at night.

2 hours into my trip, still engulfed by darkness.. Straight dark highway-- creepy and still.. I have an hour to go.. I've been maintaining a moderately speedy speed.. No real activity on the road yet tonight.. Haven't seen any animals or deer to worry about.. I'm hitting Harriston and getting pretty close to the home stretch, VERY tired-- having made the same drive earlier today.. Let's get going so I can get to bed faster. 5 minutes later.. Lights appear out of nowhere-- WEEOOOO WEEEOOO.. Frig...

I felt like quite the renegade outlaw as one of the officers painstakingly wrote out my ticket, standing well to the side of the road so as to avoid getting hit by a steady stream of passing unlicensed and uninsured motorists driving their stolen cars with their left hands so that their right hands would be free to keep their pit bulls from spilling their cocaine all over their machine guns. Not that I am bitter."