From Evan Sultanik

Cops and shoes

On my ride home from work today (~22:00) I merged onto I-676 West after getting off of the Ben Franklin bridge. It was dark out, and raining, so I did not see that I merged right in front of a cop. I was going the exact speed of traffic, though: about 100kph (my speedometer is in metric). My blow off valve gave a chirp as I shifted from 3rd gear to 4th and a couple seconds later the cop shined his spotlight at me. A couple seconds after that he put on his flashers. I calmly merged over to the right lane, waited for the Broad Street exit, and pulled over on the huge shoulder (I-676 has virtually no shoulder except on the ramps). I immediately turned on my dome and map lights (I've been told that cops like it when you turn the lights on at night so they can see that you don't have a weapon). Two cops got out of the car and came up to me. The first cop asked for my license/registration. Then he asked me if I knew the speed limit, to which I said that I was not sure what it was but I suspected it was 35mph or 40mph. He said that it was 15mph (he must have been talking about the speed limit on the offramp). He then asked me how fast I thought I was going, to which I truthfully replied "60mph." He then walked away. The other cop asked me why I had a roll bar and 5-point harnesses. I quickly replied, "I autocross with the Sports Car Club of America." He then walked away. About 5 minutes later they yell on their loud speaker to, "Come back to our car." I went back to their car, they handed me my license and registration, and they simply said, "No ticket; slow down," and drove away.

When I got back to my apartment I ended up in the elevator with some random girl who lives on my floor (I hardly see anyone else that lives here). We say nothing to each other until we are about walk away when she says, "Are your shoes Camper?" To which I simply reply, "Yes." Then she is just like, "Okay goodnight," and immediately walks away!

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