Brush with Lawlessness

I knew Mutti was coming in from Deutchland on Tuesday but surely, I thought, I could squeeze in a few hours of hard labor before her plane jettisoned down the JFK runway. Boy, was I ever wrong. Mutti flew in at around 10:30am and yours truly didn't hit the road until 9:30am. My few hours of 'hard labor' turned into apologies for having to abscond early to remember a promise I made to pick her up on time.

I had 1 hour to drive what normally takes 3 to get all the way from Albany to NYC. Would I make it in time? Would I hit rush hour traffic crossing the GW? Would the law enforcement patrols be kind enough to look the other way as I barrelled down I-87? Might the plane be delayed coming in or maybe Mutti would have a tough time finding her luggage? I needed delays at the airport and clear skies on the road to avert the terrible mood Mutti would be in if I left her stranded at the airport.

"Damn, if only she had a cell phone!"I barked to myself. But it was too late to blame anyone but myself and I took it out on my poor car. I pushed the pedal to the medal and clocked a speed not quite advisable to repeat on a blog. I hitched myself to the back of a black Beemer and darted through traffic like a downhill alpine skier. Weaving, darting, hugging the curves - I knew I was defying the very laws of physics trying to drive a distance of 140 miles in little over an hour.

But, alas, it wasn't meant to be and I got nailed, double nailed, super nailed, right before the Palisades Parkway. A whopping 83mph in a construction zone -OUCH! Super Ouch! Needless to say, Mutti waited for a lot longer than she would have if I would have only driven slower...