My Father-In-Law Was Pulled Over For Speeding

Lefty Graves

** This article is based on nonfiction by actual events that I have experienced firsthand; used with permission.

It was later afternoon when my father-in-law and I were on our way back home from a shopping trip. My father-in-law was 85 years young and kept me laughing most of the time. Today was no exception.

My father-in-law had insisted on driving, and being polite, I didn’t argue. Instead, I held my breath as we rounded a corner picturing the car careening on two wheels in my mind. My father-in-law smiled and said that he loved the thrill of the ride.

As we came out of a curve, my father-in-law saw flashing lights behind us. “Think we can outrun him?” my father-in-law asked me jokingly. “NO, Pullover,” I instructed.

My father-in-law dutifully pulled over. “that was fun,” he told me as the police officer walked up to my father-in-law's side of the car. Nothing could have prepared the police officer or me for what would happen next.

The police officer said, “All right, young man, let’s see your pilot's license.” I cringed and wanted to crawl underneath the car's dashboard; I knew what would happen next. My father-in-law reached dutifully into his wallet and pulled out his pilot's license, and wordlessly handed it over to the police officer.

I held my breath as the police officer scanned the license. “Do you have a driver’s license” inquired the police officer? “Of course,” stated my father-in-law. “May I see that as well?” asked the police officer. My father-in-law removed his driver's license from his wallet and handed it to the police officer.

By this point, I was barely able to keep a straight face, and the police officer had a smile on his face as well. Finally, after a few tense moments, he handed my father-in-law his pilot's license and driver's license and told my father-in-law to slow down. He then bid us a good day and left.

My father-in-law drove somewhat slower the rest of the way home. I’ll never forget how he enjoyed life and made the most of every second. I’ll never be able to master the art of getting out of a ticket as my father-in-law did. Have you ever been with someone who got out of a ticket so easily? Please share in the comments.

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Lefty has been writing online since 2000 on various topics, including youth mentoring, addiction, parenting, gardening, advocating for seniors, sustainability, farming & more. She resides on a farm with her family in Northeastern Washington state.

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