Speed Traps or Speed Trips ?

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Did You Know? There you are, tooling right along the road and your rear-view mirror tells you that the blinking light behind your car is not a good thing. No one would blame you for getting that sick feeling, now would they? Happened to me one nice day. I pulled over to the side of the road and stopped. The policeman got out of his patrol car and stood next to my car's now open window. "Do you know that your wife fell out of your car five miles back?" "Thank God," I answered, I thought that I had gone deaf." * * * * * * * * * * Young Man - Old Car George Curtis Bruce (the Third, no less) was a good friend of mine who could always be counted on to do something that no one could count on him (or anyone else) ever doing. He bought a used "Packard" convertible car sometime around 1947 or so after he returned from soldiering during World War II. It was a great big, really heavy, machine, monster 8-cylinder engine, and was more than capable of some really high speed driving. One bright and sunny day, George was zipping along on the Pennsylvania Turnpike, not much more than 30 mph over the speed limit. A highway patrolman caught up to him and George, not being any kind of dummy, pulled over to the roadside and stopped. George told the trooper that he wasn't speeding, but that, if he had been going "kind of fast," it was because the speedometer in this well-used Packard machine was sort of flaky and had never been accurate. The patrolman told George that he had not stopped him for speeding but, "Did you realize that you lost your two rear fenders several miles ago?" * * * * * * * * * * Image source: Pixabay dot com Stories adapted from my old 1998 book, "Lies and Other Wonders" * * * * * * * * * *