In case you hadn’t picked up on this fact from my previous posts, I really like my Ford Explorer.
My dad and I were talking the other day and he was shocked to hear that if I won the lottery, I would not buy a brand new car -okay, maybe a new Volkswagon Jetta, but I would not trade in my car.
I would paint it a lovely shade of blue. I would get it lifted. Get awesome tires. Get black rims and a black grill. Put in better speakers. I would make it turn heads. But I would not trade it in because there is no better car.
Other people like my car too. There are cameras all over the city that seem to be always taking pictures of my car. They are the Red Light Camera Crew. They take pictures of my car and mail them to me.
I have a problem running red lights. There are certain areas in Maryland that seem to have yellow lights that are too short for the posted speed limit on the road. I’m not speeding, unless you count going one mile over the speed limit speeding. Technically, yes. But really?
It runs in my family, I guess.
Right after they put a red light camera in my home town my dad ran the red light.
Dad: I think I ran the red light today. You know the one where they just put the camera?
Mom: Yeah. I know. Why did you run it?
Dad: I had a really big load in my truck and I couldn’t stop in time.
Mom: Oh. Okay.
A few days later…
Mom: I got your red light ticket in the mail.
Dad: Yeah. I think I’m going to contest it
Mom: Because of the heavy load?
Mom: You mean the wheelbarrow that was in your truck.
Dad: Yeah. It was dangerous to stop because the handles would have gone through the window.
Mom: Nope. They were facing the other way.
Dad: Oh. How do we pay?
Not long after, the first picture of my car came. I was a senior in high school at the time.
Dad: Aha! I see you were running red lights, Nicole. Pay up!
Me: What? When? Where? (hands me the paper) Dad this was on November XX, 2004.
Me: That was the day of the regional soccer finals. Remember? I was so upset that I rode back to school with you and mom and then you drove my car home. I was with mom. That was you.
My BFF: You were speeding too. It says here that you were going 56 and the speed limit is 45.
Dad: That car accelerates really quickly.
I managed to make it through senior year without getting a red light ticket. I went to South Carolina for school for 2 years and they don’t have red light cameras there.
When I moved back home, those beautiful pictures of my car started coming very quickly.
Am I proud? Yes. A little. My car looks amazing no matter what, so I enjoy the pictures. I don’t enjoy the fines though.
Between my father and I, we can pretty much tell you every light that has a camera on it. In case your ever in need of that knowledge.