Okay I am feeling a combination, of, “whew- that was close,” and “holy fking shart that was too damn close!”
On my way home I had another near miss with speed enforcement. I usually try to be careful at night, for the regular reasons. However, I was going down a well lit road that’s not heavily used at night, and there was zero other cars in front of me and the nearest traffic behind me was two traffic signals back. This is a very tempting condition to gun the turbo, especially since I was a quarter mile away from the next turn, so I would be hitting the brakes soon anyway.
Right as my right foot (practically unbidden, mind you) is a centimeter above my accelerator, my headlights illuminated the reflective paint of a police vehicle stealthily parked off to the side where he couldn’t be seen until approaching traffic was less than 200 feet away.
Nonetheless, I am now painfully aware of how important it is for me to cool it with the turbo. I used to make enough that I could just eat the cost of a ticket and having to find a new insurance policy. I’m fking broke now, and getting somewhere 30 seconds sooner cannot be justified as a bearable risk!
Also, I really would feel terrible if I caused a collision, and I would find it impossible to live with myself if I caused an injury. I feel bad if I don’t notice someone approaching the elevator in time to hold it for them! No way I’m going to ever sleep again if I hurt someone, even as little as a bruise.