radar love

i think my time is just about up. i can feel it creeping ever closer. this morning, i kept looking over my shoulder, certain that the piper was waiting there to be paid. every day, i travel the same stretch of road and every day, i speed. i go well over the posted speed limit, traffic permitting. i’ve been lucky so far, but i almost feel the long arm of the law hovering just out of sight, waiting for the perfect moment to spring it’s awful, radar trap.
this morning, paranoia set in. every minivan with blacked out windows was a ghost car. every exit and alley harboured a cruiser eager to pounce.
but i didn’t slow down.
if they’re going to catch me, i’m going to be speeding as if my life depends on reaching mach one. i’m going to be flying like the wind, my little geo nearly breaking apart from the g-forces inflicted upon it, all three cylinders near the melting point. ahh… yeah, try and catch me, copper! fifty-five horses under the hood and i’m unstoppable!
ahem. err, yeah. i think i need to switch to decaf.