21,829 km — The fast and the furious

I am cursed in this car.

There I am, happily heading home, having made the correct choice in avoiding the DVP today. Along Lakeshore, up Woodbine, a short stretch of O’Connor and east onto St. Clair. I’m kicking GO Transit butt, and starting to warm up to the Accent.

And then ... it all comes to a screeching halt.

I am pulled over for speeding. I’m clocked doing 66 km/h in a 50. Adding to my misery, the Toronto police officer discovers that there’s something improper with the insurance (can somebody look into this, Mark?). The cop knocks it down to 60 in a 50, decides to ignore the faulty insurance (whew!) and I am soon back on the road, with a shiny yellow $40 ticket ($25 for speeding, and $15 in various surcharges) tossed angrily into the back seat.

Yeah, it’s my fault. Yeah, the Accent only does what I make it do. Yeah, I’m an idiot.
But still ...

This car. This Accent. I swear, it does NOT like me.

Suddenly, GO Transit is starting to look pretty good again.

Comments

[Bill Taylor]

I never got anything but warm-fuzzy feelings from the Accent but, yeah, it does seem to be a bit of a ticket-magnet. What I really want to know, though, is how come that standing still (parking without a permit -- the victimless crime of all time) only costs $10 less than going too fast? Who writes these stupid laws?