It coulda been me...

Early Sunday morning, 7:30 a.m., heading home from San Francisco having merged onto 280, just south of John Daly Blvd. The merge is smooth in the absence of traffic, there's no one to keep an eye on, just clear clean space to flow into as you wind up the revs, clicking through the gears at each point when the engine is singing just the right harmony. Then you get that feeling of foreboding - that was too easy, there must be sharks cruising. Yep there they are, two police cruisers, sitting side by side, parked so as to have the perfect radar gun angle on morning rush-loving drivers. They've found the perfect spot - out of most drivers' line of sight - hidden out in the open but off to the right of an acceleration-inviting sweeping curve to the left. Two wheels, three wheels, four wheels or more, they don't care. The men behind the radar guns radiate confidence - they're here fishin' and they won't be going home disappointed. I have to lift my chin to them, they are good hunters.

They won't catch me today, but if I had been on the GS they would have nailed my butt but good. I was in my car - driving in the second to slowest lane and paying attention, thank the heavens.