I took a job in Fillmore, Utah the other day. Historic Fillmore. Don't ask me why, the big sign as you enter town just says it's historic.The only thing I can figure is that it still looks like something from history. Whatever the historical significance may be, as I was driving down the freeway coming home, I was stopped by a highway patrol. He said I was going 90 mph! I thought he was a terrific liar. This particular part of the interstate is 75 mph and the whole way up and back along that stretch, as I checked the speedometer, I corrected it if I strayed above or below that speed. I hadn't gone over 80 or under 70 at all.
I was feeling frustrated that even though I was being careful, I was getting a ticket. Sort of shot the whole wad I'd just been earning. Later, I came to a section that is under construction, so I dutifully lowered my speed to 55. Even lower as the traffic ahead started to slow because there was a speed sign, the kind that shows your speed as you go by. According to it, my speed was 67 but my speedometer read 52. That is a 15 mph difference!
So, later that day I was telling Papi about it and asking if there was a way to check speedometers and fix them. He said that one day he drove the van next to his brother on the freeway to check it and they compared their speeds by cell phone. Our van's speed was 10 mph faster. Well, that would have been good information to pass along, wouldn't it? (He easily could have and I just totally forgot it.) In any case, as I thought about it, I had been passing a lot more cars on the freeway lately and getting stuck behind people going 55 in a 65 all. the. time. I was like a magnet for loiterers! Now it all made sense. Amazing what a clearer perspective will do for you. I wondered why the pieces of this picture didn't fit together sooner, but I never thought about them consciously enough to see that it all meant something. Feeling silly here. But I wonder, how often do we miss signs that something is amiss or that our perspective is skewed because our lives are too busy to really notice it or we are too locked in our way of thinking to recognize our error?
In any case, I feel better about paying the ticket now that I realize I inadvertently broke the speed limit more times than I can count in past months. I got off easy.