The Drive Back

Sorry this post is a little late in coming, but when I got back to my apartment, my Internet wasn't working.

Alright, the drive back went much smoother than the drive down. I think several things aided in that. One, I wasn't in a rush to get back to Utah (like I was in a rush to get to California). Two, Dana made me some good CDs to listen to on the way back. Three, I got to drive for half of it.

Speaking of driving for half of it.... terrible story to share. After stopping for dinner in Saint George, we only had 40 miles before we were back in Cedar City. Grandma had just got done telling me what a great driver I was and how I could drive her car any time I wanted because she feels safe and comfortable with me. Ah, thanks Grams. But, not more than 15 minutes after she was praising me, I got freaking pulled over! Eew! I only got a warning, so it's not like I had to fork out any money or anything, but the whole thing was ridiculous because I hadn't done anything wrong. We had just left a construction zone and so I had gotten back up to speed, but when he pulled me over I started worrying that maybe it really hadn't been the end of the construction or something. So when he came up to the window I asked, "Isn't the speed limit 75?" He told me that he wasn't pulling me over for speeding. He said that I didn't use my turn signal when changing lanes and that I had cut in front of the van too soon and the van was forced to slam on its brakes. Pull crud! I ALWAYS use my blinker. Even when no one is around me, I still use it. So I know that was crap. And, about me pulling in front of the van too soon... I pulled over into the other lane because I saw the cop behind me and I wanted to get into the other lane so he would pass me. As soon as I got into the right lane the cop got into the right lane. Um... If he had room to make it over right behind me then I'm going to say that I did not cut the van off. And Grandma pointed out that the van probably looked up, saw the cop, and decided they should slow down. That would mean that the van breaking was really the cops fault, not mine. Urrg. At first I was just scared when the cop told me what I did wrong. Right away I didn't believe him, but it's not like I could tell him that. But after driving away, when Grandma and I started talking about it, I got really mad because it was a waste of time. I honestly hadn't done anything wrong and there are far worse drivers than me out there who never get pulled over. Luckily I've calmed down since Thursday, so this blog isn't as ranting-y as it could have been.

Funniest part about all of this is that on the ride home Grandma said, "Don't worry Brooke, I won't tell anyone about this." And I responded with, "What are you talking about? I'm totally going to blog about it. I'm not really ashamed that I got pulled over because I didn't do anything wrong!"

Oh yeah, and I forgot to mention that when we got pulled over, Grandma couldn't find her registration. She had at least 5 years worth of expired registrations in her glove box so the cop is watching her pull them out and saying, "nope, not that one... no, that's from California...." Eventually I found it in the side door, but we cleaned out her glove box and shredded the old ones so that next time she gets pulled over, she won't have to sift through old ones.

My drive back on Friday was way less eventful- thank goodness, and now I'm back in Provo. But that won't last very long :o)