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Here are a few amazing gems, a bogus charge, and some funny/scary stories of the road.
Seriously?
I'll start with the bogus sentence that my friend received. BS: We were driving home from Buckeye Lake (about a 2 hr journey from here). We were on 33 in Logan County. My friend agreed to drive her rental car (hers was in the shop) since it got better gas mileage than my car. Now, she had only had this car for a few days and still didn't know a few things about it, like the cruise control, so she never used it just in case. Well, as we're getting closer to our exit to hit 117, the car suddenly speeds up and keeps speeding up. I'm freaking out, she's freaking out and we're both frantically trying to figure out just what the hell is going on (there was no light indicator that said the cruise was on, so i don't think she bumped it on accident and her foot was off the friggin petal). It gets up to almost 100mph before it finally stops as we begin to crest a hill. As we get to the top of the hill, my friend attempts to slow the car down since the speed limit is 65mph. Wouldn't you know it, a State Highway Patrol was in the opposite lanes, coming up the hill. According to her speedo, she was doing 85mph, with her foot on the brake as we came down the hill. Of course, the cruiser takes a U-turn through the median and flies up behind us. She gets the car pulled over and she's still freaking out about what happens. The officer does his thing and she explains what happened, in between trying to not to hyperventilate. The cop doesn't believe her, even though we are visibly shaken, and gives her a ticket (stating she was going 95mph) that requires her to appear in court, in that county, which is a good 45 min. drive from here.
So now, she's both crying and freaking out, so we sit for a minute until she's calm enough to continue home (I offered to drive instead, but since it was a rental, the insurance only covered her and if something happened, she would be screwed). We moozie along down 117 for a bit until it happens again. The car speeds up to 77mph before we're able to get it to stop and BAM! Another SHP pops out of nowhere and pulls her over. She, once again, explains what happened, shows her the other ticket that she got not even 30 mins. before and yet again, the cop doesn't believe her and gives her a ticket for $110 (road was 55mph). Now, she is bawling and doesn't know what to do at this point.
The day of the court hearing: We arrive early, dressed very nicely and ready to argue her case. (Sidenote: when we got there, there was a guy about our age (early twenties at the most) sitting a few chairs down. He leans over to us and asks us, flat out, IN THE COURTROOM, if we want to go smoke some weed afterwards. We were both like
and out right refused him. I mean, really?) Her name is called shortly into the hearing and she pleads no contest (since a not guilty would require her to return to court, which she would not be able to do). The judge sees that her driving record is clean, save for the other ticket. She explains what happened and shows the judge the report she sent to the rental company about the strange events and the judge pretty much laughs in her face! He tells her she's reckless and stupid (not kidding here either), gives her a $100 fine ($176 after court costs) and suspends her license for 30 days! Didn't even give her work privelages, or anything. This kind of sent her over the edge, since she is supposed to be leaving for Texas in the middle of June to go into the National Guard and she was going to drive the 25hr drive. I couldn't believe it! When she gave her license to the clerk lady, a woman in a wheel chair was sitting behind us in line and even SHE got her license suspended, for doing 35 in a 25! A FRIGGIN HANDICAPPED WOMAN! I officially hate this judge with all my heart and soul for basically ruining my friends last few days here. Thanks Dick!
Turn lanes and signals, again
Once again: USE YOUR GODDAMN TURN SIGNALS! I AM NOT PSYCHIC, THUS I DO NOT KNOW IF YOU ARE GOING TO TURN OR NOT OR WHICH DIRECTION YOU INTEND TO TURN!
Also: It is not that hard of a concept to understand. You are in the lane next to me, turning left, just like me. We start off from the light at the same time, traveling at the same speed. We start the turn, side by side, we finish the turn side by side. Everyone is happy. DO NOT: Continue to turn into my lane, which causes you to turn RIGHT INTO MY DRIVER'S SIDE DOOR! I do not have a horn, thus no way of warning you that I am there. I then have to brake suddenly to keep your moronic minivan/suv/goddamn SCHOOL BUS from completely taking out the whole side of my tiny Honda. You saw me at the light next to you, you knew I was turning the same way you were, I am still next to you, in my lane, through the turn, did you think I'd just magically disappear as the turn ended?! STAY IN YOUR OWN FRIGGIN LANE UNTIL I AM WELL AHEAD OF YOU OR BEHIND YOU TO GET INTO THE OTHER LANE!! Thank you.
Storms
So, the pretty nasty, tornado creating storms ripped through in the last couple of days. Last night, when a particularly nasty line of storms, stretching all the way from Toledo to Cinncinnati, my parents were on their way back from my Dad's doctor's appt. in Toledo. They were about to Findlay (about a 30min. drive from where they live) when it started to rip through. My mom calls me, while the sirens are blaring and the wind is whipping around like crazy here, and I can barely hear her over the sound of the tennis ball sized hail hitting her car. Her and Dad were about to the exit when it hit, so they pulled over under an overpass for cover to wait it out, since the rain and hail made it impossible to see. I was, of course, freaking out, but they made home ok, after some traffic back-up due to one of the large signs being blown onto the road near Bluffton. Will update when I find out just how much damage was done to the car itself, though they made it out unharmed.
Wipeout!
My bf used to ride crotch rockets over in Pakistan when he was younger all the time. But, about a year or two before he came over here, he was hit by a box truck while on one and has been kind of skiddish of them every since. Recently, though, he has had the itch to get back on one and had his chance.
The other night, when another one of the nasty storms decided to blow in, our roommate K called my bf up to come grab is Kawasaki Ninja from work, and bring his car back, so he wouldn't be riding in the rain at 2am when he got off. When he left, it was slightly dark off in the west, but otherwise calm. But, not even 5 mins. after he left, it got extremely dark, the sirens started screaming from every direction and lightning began to fork from the sky continuously, and I started to FREAK THE FUCK OUT! I had the local police scanner on my iPod running and they were screaming about touchdowns everywhere around us, and I was FREAKING THE FUCK OUT! I attempted to text him, telling him to just stay there until it cleared up some, but all of the lightning was screwing up my signal somehow, on top of my younger sis calling and freaking out, my dad texting me, making sure we were in the basement (truthfully, we were on the porch, keeping an eye out for both my bf and a funnel cloud), and my mom reassuring me that she was fine at her second job at the mall. Finally, after an agonizing 10 min., I hear the bike coming and sure enough, my bf rounds the corner, looking pretty hot on the bike if I might say so. He's grinning, happy that he accomplished bringing the bike home.....But then, he hits the wet gravel at the end of our shitty driveway and dumps the bike. He was only going about 5mph at the most, but that bike is heavy and brand new, so my bf wedged his leg in between the bike and the ground, setting his one hand down on the ground to keep from falling over any further, and using his other hand to keep bike up off the ground. The results: One slightly scratched mirror, small scratches on the scrape guards, a tore up hand and knee. He felt so embarrassed, but I reminded him that it was better that it happened in our driveway instead of out on the road, especially out in this shit, which reminds me, CAN WE PLEASE GET IN THE DAMN BASEMENT BEFORE WE ALL GET BLOWN AWAY! He's fine now, just a few scrapes and cuts and a very bruised ego is all.
Seriously?
I'll start with the bogus sentence that my friend received. BS: We were driving home from Buckeye Lake (about a 2 hr journey from here). We were on 33 in Logan County. My friend agreed to drive her rental car (hers was in the shop) since it got better gas mileage than my car. Now, she had only had this car for a few days and still didn't know a few things about it, like the cruise control, so she never used it just in case. Well, as we're getting closer to our exit to hit 117, the car suddenly speeds up and keeps speeding up. I'm freaking out, she's freaking out and we're both frantically trying to figure out just what the hell is going on (there was no light indicator that said the cruise was on, so i don't think she bumped it on accident and her foot was off the friggin petal). It gets up to almost 100mph before it finally stops as we begin to crest a hill. As we get to the top of the hill, my friend attempts to slow the car down since the speed limit is 65mph. Wouldn't you know it, a State Highway Patrol was in the opposite lanes, coming up the hill. According to her speedo, she was doing 85mph, with her foot on the brake as we came down the hill. Of course, the cruiser takes a U-turn through the median and flies up behind us. She gets the car pulled over and she's still freaking out about what happens. The officer does his thing and she explains what happened, in between trying to not to hyperventilate. The cop doesn't believe her, even though we are visibly shaken, and gives her a ticket (stating she was going 95mph) that requires her to appear in court, in that county, which is a good 45 min. drive from here.
So now, she's both crying and freaking out, so we sit for a minute until she's calm enough to continue home (I offered to drive instead, but since it was a rental, the insurance only covered her and if something happened, she would be screwed). We moozie along down 117 for a bit until it happens again. The car speeds up to 77mph before we're able to get it to stop and BAM! Another SHP pops out of nowhere and pulls her over. She, once again, explains what happened, shows her the other ticket that she got not even 30 mins. before and yet again, the cop doesn't believe her and gives her a ticket for $110 (road was 55mph). Now, she is bawling and doesn't know what to do at this point.
The day of the court hearing: We arrive early, dressed very nicely and ready to argue her case. (Sidenote: when we got there, there was a guy about our age (early twenties at the most) sitting a few chairs down. He leans over to us and asks us, flat out, IN THE COURTROOM, if we want to go smoke some weed afterwards. We were both like
and out right refused him. I mean, really?) Her name is called shortly into the hearing and she pleads no contest (since a not guilty would require her to return to court, which she would not be able to do). The judge sees that her driving record is clean, save for the other ticket. She explains what happened and shows the judge the report she sent to the rental company about the strange events and the judge pretty much laughs in her face! He tells her she's reckless and stupid (not kidding here either), gives her a $100 fine ($176 after court costs) and suspends her license for 30 days! Didn't even give her work privelages, or anything. This kind of sent her over the edge, since she is supposed to be leaving for Texas in the middle of June to go into the National Guard and she was going to drive the 25hr drive. I couldn't believe it! When she gave her license to the clerk lady, a woman in a wheel chair was sitting behind us in line and even SHE got her license suspended, for doing 35 in a 25! A FRIGGIN HANDICAPPED WOMAN! I officially hate this judge with all my heart and soul for basically ruining my friends last few days here. Thanks Dick!Turn lanes and signals, again
Once again: USE YOUR GODDAMN TURN SIGNALS! I AM NOT PSYCHIC, THUS I DO NOT KNOW IF YOU ARE GOING TO TURN OR NOT OR WHICH DIRECTION YOU INTEND TO TURN!
Also: It is not that hard of a concept to understand. You are in the lane next to me, turning left, just like me. We start off from the light at the same time, traveling at the same speed. We start the turn, side by side, we finish the turn side by side. Everyone is happy. DO NOT: Continue to turn into my lane, which causes you to turn RIGHT INTO MY DRIVER'S SIDE DOOR! I do not have a horn, thus no way of warning you that I am there. I then have to brake suddenly to keep your moronic minivan/suv/goddamn SCHOOL BUS from completely taking out the whole side of my tiny Honda. You saw me at the light next to you, you knew I was turning the same way you were, I am still next to you, in my lane, through the turn, did you think I'd just magically disappear as the turn ended?! STAY IN YOUR OWN FRIGGIN LANE UNTIL I AM WELL AHEAD OF YOU OR BEHIND YOU TO GET INTO THE OTHER LANE!! Thank you.
Storms
So, the pretty nasty, tornado creating storms ripped through in the last couple of days. Last night, when a particularly nasty line of storms, stretching all the way from Toledo to Cinncinnati, my parents were on their way back from my Dad's doctor's appt. in Toledo. They were about to Findlay (about a 30min. drive from where they live) when it started to rip through. My mom calls me, while the sirens are blaring and the wind is whipping around like crazy here, and I can barely hear her over the sound of the tennis ball sized hail hitting her car. Her and Dad were about to the exit when it hit, so they pulled over under an overpass for cover to wait it out, since the rain and hail made it impossible to see. I was, of course, freaking out, but they made home ok, after some traffic back-up due to one of the large signs being blown onto the road near Bluffton. Will update when I find out just how much damage was done to the car itself, though they made it out unharmed.
Wipeout!
My bf used to ride crotch rockets over in Pakistan when he was younger all the time. But, about a year or two before he came over here, he was hit by a box truck while on one and has been kind of skiddish of them every since. Recently, though, he has had the itch to get back on one and had his chance.
The other night, when another one of the nasty storms decided to blow in, our roommate K called my bf up to come grab is Kawasaki Ninja from work, and bring his car back, so he wouldn't be riding in the rain at 2am when he got off. When he left, it was slightly dark off in the west, but otherwise calm. But, not even 5 mins. after he left, it got extremely dark, the sirens started screaming from every direction and lightning began to fork from the sky continuously, and I started to FREAK THE FUCK OUT! I had the local police scanner on my iPod running and they were screaming about touchdowns everywhere around us, and I was FREAKING THE FUCK OUT! I attempted to text him, telling him to just stay there until it cleared up some, but all of the lightning was screwing up my signal somehow, on top of my younger sis calling and freaking out, my dad texting me, making sure we were in the basement (truthfully, we were on the porch, keeping an eye out for both my bf and a funnel cloud), and my mom reassuring me that she was fine at her second job at the mall. Finally, after an agonizing 10 min., I hear the bike coming and sure enough, my bf rounds the corner, looking pretty hot on the bike if I might say so. He's grinning, happy that he accomplished bringing the bike home.....But then, he hits the wet gravel at the end of our shitty driveway and dumps the bike. He was only going about 5mph at the most, but that bike is heavy and brand new, so my bf wedged his leg in between the bike and the ground, setting his one hand down on the ground to keep from falling over any further, and using his other hand to keep bike up off the ground. The results: One slightly scratched mirror, small scratches on the scrape guards, a tore up hand and knee. He felt so embarrassed, but I reminded him that it was better that it happened in our driveway instead of out on the road, especially out in this shit, which reminds me, CAN WE PLEASE GET IN THE DAMN BASEMENT BEFORE WE ALL GET BLOWN AWAY! He's fine now, just a few scrapes and cuts and a very bruised ego is all.
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