sunken garden

Last Sunday, I was for the first time pulled-over. Atleast, for the first time here in the US.

I was heading to our company dinner in Downtown San Diego. I was driving my husband’s car. I was on the phone talking to my step daughter when I heard a siren. I glanced at my rearview mirror and saw a car with weird bright lights and lighted rearview — I thought, what an odd car. Then came the realization that it was police car and I was being asked to pull-over.

I nervously hung up and slowed down. I lowered the passenger side window and waited for the police to approach me.

Totally unaware of what my violation was… I asked the policeman. He told me that I have been driving on the left-most lane for the part 3 miles at varying speed of 65-78 mph. “Ma’am did you know that the left-most lane is only a passing lane?!”

I profusedly apologized and pleaded ignorance. He asked for the car registratin (which I couldn’t find!) and then asked for driver’s license (which was still with the old address). He asked if I updated my address with DMV and left to verify my driving history…

Thankfully, he only gave me a warning saying that since I have a clean driving record, he’ll let me go without a ticket. Whew!