I am an unrepentant, un-rehabilitatable driver who likes to speed -it's natural for me.
Shocking that it's been nine years since my last “bust” but a ticket was awarded
yours truly back in March on the way to visit Madre & PadreDiablo at El Rancho.
The Stench of Pancakes [not a Deicide song]
A Defensive Driving course is the chosen method to keeping my driving record's virtue intact.
2004's “comedy” version fell deaf as I suspected the instructor to be in counseling for suicidal tendencies.
This instructor showed more pep and the time flowed better, though I suspect the whole thing to be a six-hour detention hall.
Still a boring stretch of time -held at an IHOP. I opted for the Chicken Caesar salad. Yes, I dumped butter-pecan syrup over it to
show unison with my classmates that chose breakfast dishes.
Highlight: Russian woman in her early to mid 50's describing her recent crop of traffic crimes.
Nice lady though, interesting her choice of car insurance was “Allstate”.