Justice is served.

[doubt at inwave.com (Nate Mellom)]

Leaving work today, driving (yeah, actually DRIVING!!) my '88 16v 
(bright red, tinted windows, no front plate, read: cop magnet), I took 
the ramp onto the interstate, and there was a state trooper sitting on 
the side of the exit.  Took my time, used my blinker, didn't want to 
make a scene.  Got on the interstate, cruising for 30 seconds tops, and 
I see red and blue coming up in my rear view, fast.  Shit.  Nope, not 
me! Sirens and everything, flies past me like nothing.  I watch him 
until he gets over a hill, and I see people moving to the left lane. 
There's friendly Johnny Law sitting behind a ricey Ci*ic.

I know, I shouldn't gloat, next time it'll be me.  But I'm happy, my car 
is finally running well, it's damn fast (compared to my '81, which ain't 
slow), it handles well, and it's comfy.  AND I finally figured out how 
to program my radio stations and set the clock on the radio!

Nate
Looking for excuses to drive.