Today’s Misdemeanor : Reckless Driving
A high speed chase in a book or movie can be a cheap thrill or a buzz kill. I admit, I enjoy the crazy maneuvering- the screeching of wheels and shifting of gears. And my favorite is when the car ‘flies’ off of some higher surface to land with impossible accuracy on a moving object- like a freight train, boat, or big ass tow truck.
When the mc’s best friend/lover/mother/father
/sister/goldfish is in absolute danger and the author has made you ADORE this character- the high speed reckless driving scene can be essential to the tension. You want to grab the wheel and scream FASTER! and have to will yourself not to turn a page or two ahead just to make sure they’re safe. (or maybe that’s just me)
Unfortunately, if I were behind the wheel, I’d probably end up driving my car into some obscure, completely-out-of-my-lane object (like a gas tank) and the supporting character would be toast. Sorry.
I’ve never been a very good driver-which is why I decided to take driving lessons in France in order to survive. You can’t just get away with knowing how to drive here. Frenchmen let out some serious inner psycho on the road. If you can’t predict what they’re going to do- you.will.not.live.
This is embarrassing. But in the five years I had my license in the U.S., I managed to get pulled over for:
Speeding- 1st transgression- I got a ticket for going 60 in a 45 and I decided to take it to court. (I was 18) I told the judge that there was no way I was speeding since I had not only slowed down at the 45m sign but was goinguphill and my piece of junk car won’t go faster than that when I go uphill. (yes, I seriously did use this as an argument). He must have thought I was funny because he went on to explain that they’d got me with a radar-but he told me to get my speedometer checked and waved the ticket.
2nd transgression- The officer pulled me over and said I’d been going 65 in a 45. I told him that was impossiblebecause my car was overheating and I was crawling to get home. My car WAS overheating. You could see the smoke. He let me go with a warning. (You starting to see a pattern here?)
Headlight out- I had a Ford Probe with those stupid batmat flip-up headlights. One of them wouldn’t open, but I had a special way of ‘fixing’ it. When the officer pulled me over and said I had a headlight out I asked him 'if I could get out of the car?' He said yes. I took my hustry trusty headband, pulled up the headlight and jambed it in underneath to prop it up. The officer scratched his chin and rolled his eyes heavenward muttering something about ‘women’ before letting me go.
Backing Down a Highway On-ramp because there was nobody around to see me....except the officer waiting for me at the end. Sorry folks- there’s just no getting out of that one:)
What do you think about reckless driving scenes in movies and literature? Cheap thrill or buzz kill? For more Monday Misdemeanor's click here.
***PS- I apologize to my old-time followers for today's rerun- I went back to work today and ended up with a lot less free time than I thought I would:( But I’ll be back to my regular schedule Wednesday!***