The other day Kim wanted McDonalds. I wasn’t about to argue with her even though she knows that I don’t particularly care for Rotton Ronnies so I put my shorts on and got into the car — shoeless. Kim joined up inside and off we went towards the most expensive McDonalds dinner ever.
$129 for two dinners at McDonalds? Those fuckers have a $1 menu you might say. Well, the Apple Valley Police Department knows of no such thing! As we were passing my favorite little strip mall decimated by the moronacy of the Apple Valley Planning Commission right off of 153rd, I got nailed by an Apple Valley cop lying in wait in the Post Office.
Whatever, my second ticket in a year from those clowns… I must say that both times I *swear* that the speed limit was 40 mph just the week before but sure enough, 30 mph this time. He was gracious enough to give me a 40 in a 30 instead of a 42 in a 30 saving me a whopping 10 Double Cheeseburgers at McDonalds on our next trip.
Anyway, I live next to the road that splits Apple Valley and Lakeville. I guess that Lakeville must patrol CR-46 because I never seem to be able to find a cop when I need one. The speed limit on that road is 50 mph yet there are *nightly* street races occuring between the quarter mile distanced traffic lights. We called the cops back in 2005 and let them know that there was a line of cars on the side of CR-46 and someone starting the races. They had more questions than we could answer in the pitch black and several hundred foot distance and the race broke up shortly thereafter. Morons.
Problem is that it fucking continues to this day. It’s partially my fault I suppose as I’m not out there being a law abiding citizen driving 49 mph and slowing down the dangerous douchebags racing their loud tin can mufflered pieces of overpriced stickered shit but I think that after paying $117 to Dakota County that someone should at least be sitting out there in their fucking Dodge Chargers and nabbing the fucktards making my ears ring.
Who else is with me?
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February 14th, 2007 at 3:16 pm
I agree - and it’s not just the assclown kids with their fart-can mufflers either. I live in cobblestone lake and i regularly get damn near blown off the road, cutoff/flicked off/yelled at because I’m not doing 95 mph on that stretch of road.
May 5th, 2007 at 4:23 pm
Yep, I hear ‘em too. Where’s a spike strip when you need one?
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