This morning was a great day to ride. Global warming has made our normally frosty January quite mild — mid 50’s today. But I drove because I had a meeting. I could have easily taken public transit or gotten a ride with the guy I was meeting … actually in the end I did. So, I got my punishment.
It seems that when I bought my Prius last year (almost a year ago) I assumed that the registration would be all set. As it turns out it was only registered for a month until my birthday, so actually I have been driving an unregistered vehicle for the last 10 months. So when I got pulled over today in Cambridge on my way to my meeting, I was surprised, since I am actually a pretty responsible driver. This is a change from when I was a reckless 20-something. Now I have kids and stuff.
Apparently the original problem today was age related: I didn’t see the no-left-turn sign, and the punishment began. Two motorcycle cops pulled me over and asked for license and registration which I promptly provided. Thinking they would see my nearly spotless driving record and let me off with a warning, I continued my conversation with my co-worker riding with me, and called the guy I was meeting to say I would be a few minutes late.
When the office came back to the car he had some paper. He told me that the left turn would be a warning, as I expected. He explained the state of my registration, which surprised me. But what surprised me even more was that there was a tow truck arriving and he told me they would have to impound the car until the registration was taken care of. So they took my car and towed it! There I was, left standing on the road. Good thing for global warming, since it was nice outside.
The nice guys at the company I was meeting with gave me a ride to our meeting, then back to our office (even if it was in his mega-Lexus-SUV that I would probably have flipped the bird at … except I was a passenger now). A quick online registration ($26.00), a taxi ride to the towing lot ($10), $75 to get my car out of the pound, and a $100 citation for the unregistered vehicle later, all I need to pay for now is the increase in my insurance rate for the next five years. I consider it a fair punishment for my weakness in not riding my bike.
Which goes to show, I should have driven. On the bright side, another co-worker had to take the bus since there were no parking spaces left and she said it wasn’t that bad.