I sort of speed. I’m bad at speeding. I’m just convinced that I’m the car the cop will pull over, so I’ll “speed” at up to three miles over the posted speed limit, and only faster than that when I’m trying to, for example, get away from the side of a big rig, but I can’t make myself go faster than that—my impatient passengers can’t get me to go any faster, either.
But I did drive for several months without a working horn. To be fair, for most of that time I didn’t realize the horn was broken… so I was being neglectful but not knowingly breaking the law… which is probably worse, actually. Then one day when a car ahead of me wasn’t moving at a green light, it wouldn’t make a peep, and so I was behind them eventaully pounding into my steering wheel to no avail.
I went through a period of time when I refused to j walk because I had heard a couple of stories from acquaintances who had been pulled over by cops for j walking.
My drugs of choice are caffeine and theobromine—set me up with some green tea and some dark chocolate and I’m good—so no stories there, either.
When I was in my first few weeks at college, I was biking around campus and became tired of being the only bike to stop at stops signs, so I sorta stopped stopping—a few days later I blew through a stop sign in front of a university police officer on a bicycle. The sun was in my eyes and I hadn’t seen the uniform. He had such an exasperated expression on his face, like, “Really? You just did that?” ... What can I say? I’ve had very little practice with the criminal ways.
But geez I’m glad my libraries are more relaxed than Snecki’s… I’ve been very late with several books in the past year. I still owe $4 to one library—they’ve recently stopped sending reminder emails; I should really get around to paying it.