Breaking the Law: In Grammar and Traffic

Goooooood Morning to you, and you and you...(that's me being optimistic)

It's a lovely rainy morning here in Ohio, and it's a nice change of pace, we needed the rain, and I needed an excuse as to why my hair's such a disaster!  Rain is the perfect scapegoat.

So this weekend, Rachel called me and asked me the question that I knew would come up eventually:  "What are you goals with all of this writing stuff"....

*deer in the headlights look*

so here was a roundabout answer that came out..

"Well, Rach, I, um, I kinda just wanted to make the book available, and just see what happened.  And if I sold just one book, to one person, who wasn't my mom, sister, or boyfriend who all support me because they love me....well then that would be quite the success in my eyes!"

"Just one book?"  Rachel said, sounding surprised.

What can I say, I keep expectations low, makes them easier to exceed should exceeding expectations rear it's glorious head.

In exciting news, DIAD is getting reviewed by some of the sharpest grammar experts in the area this weekend.  Theresa Turner, Rach and I's secret weapon tore through 100 pages over the past couple days, and I'm really excited to see what magic she's worked with fixing my "tenses"...as it turns out, I have "tense" issues when I write!

So thank you, thank you, thank you Miss Theresa for coming on board with us, and lending us your expertise!  Also sending thanks out to Keri Jones for also agreeing to comb through and make DIAD better than ever.

In un-related book news, this weekend I got pulled over!  Oh yes, I'm a total law breaker as it turns out.  So there I was, riding my Harley with Jerimy (who for those of you who  might not know....Jerimy is my boyfriend, and he's pretty much the best thing since sliced bread in my opinion)...anyway, Jerimy and I were in Van Wert, going to visit some friends, and as soon as we passed the Van Wert Police SUV sitting on main street and he pulled out behind us, I knew I was getting pulled over.

Sure enough, four blocks later, those ole blue and red flashers fired up and I knew they were for me.

My very first biker bust!  How exciting!  My heart was racing, my palms were sweaty, it had all the emotion you'd want your first near arrest should! (I kid, I was totally not getting arrested...well I didn't think I was anyway)

The officer walks up..."License and registration please"

"I don't have my registration on me, but here's my license"

"Insurance card?"

"Yes sir"

I handed him my documents that I pulled from my Harley Davidson chain wallet that was securely stuffed into my back pocket.

He inspected them, and the looked at me.

"Do you know why I stopped you?"

"No...was I uh, speeding or something?"

"No, you were riding fine.  However, I ran your plates and my dispatcher informed me that your a novice.  And as a novice, for the first year you must....?"  He questioned.

I felt very much like I was back in school, and my current events teacher Mr. Langhals was quizzing me over material he had taught us.

I blinked at him and looked innocent.

He smiled at me.

"it means you must wear your helmet!"  he finally said when I didn't answer him.

"Oh, I think I'm beyond my year aren't I?'

"No, it says right here, you're a novice until......{big dramatic pause and then a squinty-eyed look with a smirk}....until June 11th...three days!"

I smiled at him and said..."three days?  pretty close..."

By this time, my better half Jerimy comes walking up and says "what's going on?"

I informed him that I was being stopped for not having my helmet....

"Can you go get a helmet?"  The officer asked.

"I live in Delphos, that's miles away...." I said.

"Well, I can't let you drive away from here without one, either you can get a helmet from somewhere and get it here, or I'll have to give you a $100 ticket for riding without one.  I'd rather let you keep that money in your pocket.  My dispatcher didn't tell me you were only 3 days from no longer being a novice, had I of known that, I'd of likely not even pulled you over....but now that I have her (speaking to Jerimy now), I can't let her go down the road without a helmet.  If this young lady goes down the road and cracks her head open, I'll be responsible."

Drug dealers, bank robbers, and contract killers in the world, and I'm being detained for a helmet infraction!  Oh the travesty!

Long story short, Jerimy made a call, and then left me sitting alone on the side of the road with the officer that was so concerned with my melon while he went to pick up a helmet for me.

I never really get mad about getting pulled over, it's going to happen in life, but what I like about this particular stop is, it gives me street cred!  *laughs hysterically*  Look out, I'm a bad@ss biker now....got the cops chasing me and everything to prove it!  I'm such a hell raiser! 

*rolls eyes and laughs*

In closing, today is June 11th, I'm officially no longer one of Ohio's novice riders!

Sincerely and slightly criminally yours,

~Heather Lynn~