The Blork Blog has a well-written post on 1970s speeding on highway 101 in the Annapolis Valley. That same summer or perhaps the one before, prior to our move to Truro and Grade 10, I was a passenger in a car doing the same thing on the same stretch. A few years later a pal was stopped by the police doing the same thing at the same spot in a Monza 2+2. He was stopped and he explained how he was trying to kill the car. Apparently he had just learned that to change the spark plugs you had to lift the engine block or some such thing and was going a bit mental.
One of those stupid, stupid things I am glad I survived then to back up the arguments I'll have with the teens 12 years from now.
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Robert Paterson - February 26, 2004 7:34 am
Reminds me of my favourite excuse for speeding. Two friends of mine from Wood Gundy in the early 1970's were driving back to Montreal on the 401. Don had an English sports car - can't recall the name - one of the very small almost handmade types that you could get then. His partner, Wendy was an attractive blonde.
Doing maybe 170, Don was pulled over. He got out of the car and met the police half way. The police told him to get back into his car. He said that what he had to say to them had to be said outside the car. "Yes" he said "I was speeding. I admit it. See the car - It has very poor ventilation. see the girl - She farted and I was trying to blow the smell out of the car. That's why I was speeding"
The was a moment of stunned silence and then the two policemen broke up. Telling Don that this was the best excuse that they had ever heard, they let him off.
This was when Don made his big mistake
On getting back into the car, Wendy asked him how it went. Foolishly he told her. That was the end of their office romance