Push It

I have always wanted to be one of those drivers who will flash their headlights to warn a fellow driver that ‘the man’ is on the prowl, beware. A rebel at heart, I long to be on the other end of the law as they say, in some hopefully small, insignificant way.

Haven’t you been driving along the street, road, expressway, no one in front of you, no one behind you, and you’re presented with an opportunity to take command of the road— as I haven’t in so long—how far can you push it while listening to ‘Push It’? (by Garbage and if you don’t know, let me tell you…great driving song) Anyhow, I’ve been on the receiving end of the benevolent ‘warning,’ and I have slowed in response to the flickering brights, only to find he boys in blue about a half mile ahead, radar poised. I usually treat myself to lunch, as I suddenly find myself eighty dollars richer as a result of my good fortune.

Is there a secret code that explains how to let others know that a radar-toting cop is in your immediate path? And who started it anyway? I always feel like a stranger to this fraternity (as it’s always been men who have alerted me so effortlessly). I want to give back, I feel I should give back as I have been a recipient of good will on several occasions;-) I know what you’re thinking…Andrea, just slow down for goodness sake and you have a point, but monumental changes to personality take time, I’m working on it, but until then…

So, I gave it a try this week, flashing my brights at an oncoming car—I was so proud of myself (naughty girl!) I don’t know if the oncoming car heeded my warning, or thought me rude to flash him, but I did my part, as part of a new fraternity. I’m spurned on to do more good deeds for my fellow drivers.

Police beware…