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Did everyone have a wonderful Easter? I spent it among friends and family in the Milwaukee area as my family continues to move further and further from the city.

My dad lives in Germantown, my mother in Kenosha, older brother in Neenah and younger brother in Milwaukee. I was all over the place.

A strange thing happened as I was driving south and then east. For the first time in my life, I was pulled over for speeding.

It’s a trait I get from my mom, we tend to have lead feet. I usually go about 5 or 10 mph over the limit because, well, I got places to be.

On the four-hour drive from here to Neenah, it gets very mundane. As I was getting close to Stevens Point there was a cluster of cars blocking both lanes.

Y’know those people that drive in the passing lane the whole time? (I get it, you set the cruise control and the passing lane is smooth, but the road isn’t just for you.) I come upon a pair of semi-trucks in the right lane and one little car traveling just a hair above the speed limit in the left lane.

I get on their bumper indicating I would like to pass them. The other driver speeds up just enough, so I can squeeze between them and the semis. They see the officer and I did not.

So, after I pass them I think I’m home free.

About 20 seconds later my heart drops as I see the emergency lights flash in my rear-view mirror. Busted for going 80 mph in a 70-mph zone.

I turn off Ariana Grande from the radio and get my paperwork – license, registration, and insurance – ready for the officer.

“Hello sir, State Patrol, noticed you were going pretty fast over the hill here,” he told me through the front passenger-side window. “You rushing to get to work?”

Pretty nice guy and I want to be as pleasant as possible. Also, I make sure to use my brother’s kids as a sort of shield.

“Good afternoon officer, I’m actually headed to see my niece and nephew for Easter. I live up in Burnett County and it’s been a long drive,” I respond.

“OK, I’m going to give you a warning this time. But you have to be careful out here.”

He runs my license and other paperwork and comes back to the car.

“Now be careful out here because this is a $200 ticket if we catch you again.”

I thanked him profusely and told him to enjoy his weekend.

Then I did the strangest thing for the next four days. I followed the speed limit every time I got behind the wheel.

It was odd going the posted speed limit on purpose. And I apologize to all the other drivers that were forced to pass me because they presumably had not been pulled over during the weekend.

The drive back up here certainly took longer than it normally does. That’s what I get for following the rules.

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