I Can't Drive 55

As I was driving to bowling Monday I was blinded by three quick flashes of light in my face. I got nabbed by one of those damned cameras setup by the Nazis--I mean police. I either ran a red light or I was speeding. Probably both.

I was REALLY pissed for about two or three minutes. But by the time I got to the bowling alley, I stopped being mad. I figured that since I speed all of the time it was only a matter of time before I got caught. This means that I'll have to go to traffic school to get it erased from my record. Which is just a waste of eight hours of my life. My driving habits will not change because of an eight hour class. Despite, my need for speed I'm not reckless. I just find it ridiculous to go the speed limit. I hate going slow.

This transcends into other aspects of my life. Friday, when Joe and I climbed Piestawa nee Squaw Peak, I had a hard time maintaining a slow pace. I much prefer to race ahead and wait. Race ahead and wait.

I told Joe that it must be a backs versus forwards thing. Backs like to be speedy in short distances. Forwards, move slower, but can handle sustained runs for longer. It's kind of like the tortoise versus the hare thing. Maybe not.

When I got home from bowling on Monday night, I discovered the upstairs aquarium's lights were out. Not completely, one half of one bulb remains lit. So my poor fish are stuck in twilight all day. So, I had to order new ballasts, wires and endcaps. Saturday afternoon/evening I'm going to be bent over a four foot lighting set for hours. My back hurts just thinking about it.