Because nothing says I love you like a speeding fine.
Not even the M&S heart-shaped sausage.
One mph over the limit. One!
I know, I know (Dad) – I ‘broke the speed limit’ regardless. And when that camera flash goes off at midnight, it gives you the fright of your life.
Was it me?
Maybe it was it the car in front of me? (Please let it be the car in front of me.)
Or maybe, just maybe, for once, please let that ‘urban myth’ be true…
The one that claims if the camera does a ‘double flash’, then there’s no film inside.
Letter confirmed there was definitely film inside the camera. In some situations it’s worth contesting…
“I think I was being followed by a gang”…
“My foot slipped on the pedal”…
‘It wasn’t me”…
I now have a choice to make. Points or speed awareness course? No prizes for guessing the choice I made.
At this point, I will admit that I reckon I’m probably one of the few people to actually quite enjoy attending a speed awareness course. Seriously.
1) I got out of the school run
2) No-one could bother me for 4 hours
3) I could ‘people watch’ to my heart’s content
What’s not to like?
So, for anyone who hasn’t ‘done one’, you basically book a morning or afternoon slot on any chosen day, at a venue close to you. A bit like a cinema booking for a very long film, but one that costs you about £100 and doesn’t offer any fun snacks.
I opted for the morning slot to ‘get it out of the way’ and when you book, you have the choice of a ‘flexible’ or ‘non-flexible’ booking:
Non-flexible: you’re booked on. That’s it. If you can’t make it on the day for any reason, they don’t care and you have to pay £100 again to book in for future date.
Flexible: for an extra £12, you can change your time and date as many times as you like in the build up to the course date. Initially I thought “no way, I’m not giving them any more of my money!”, but course-savvy friends said it’s worth it in case things crop up and you need to re-arrange. I think I changed my date about 4 times in the run up because stuff kept cropping up.
The day finally arrived – rotas were in place to take my kids to school, whilst their criminal mother went off to serve her time.
As I pulled into the hotel car park where the course was being held, I felt like I was off to have an illicit affair. (A few people loitering outside having a morning fag looked as if they were just finishing up their illicit affair…)
I followed signs ‘welcoming’ me to the course, signed in and took a seat at one of the circular tables in the conference room. On the tables were water, informtation booklets, pens and some Murray Mints in a bowl. It was a bit like a supper quiz. But no supper. And no prizes.
The room filled up and the guy who had checked us in did some intros and ‘a quick bit of housekeeping’ for the 25 of us in the room – fire exits, phones off, etc.
Four hours to go.
The door then opened and another guy waltzed in and joined the star act at the front, cracking a joke about being late and ‘don’t worry – I didn’t speed to get here’. Oh hurrah – a double act.
The first question was posed.
‘Why do you think you’re here?’
This was swiftly answered with a heckle of ‘cos we got caught!’ from a bloke at table one.
I took a look around the room and there really was a broad cross-section of people. All ages and races. Real sweet faces. Every different nation, Spanish, Hatian, Indian, Jamaican. Black, White, Cuban, and Asian. I only came for two days of playing. But every time I come I always wind up stayin’. This the type of town I could spend a few days in
Miami the city that keeps the roof blazin’…
Sorry – briefly lost myself there. Which happened a lot during the course.
I can’t help it. I get easily distracted by things.
There was a pen spinner sitting at my table – this fascinates the hell out of me. I have a friend who can do this. I am unable to do this. I want to be able to do this.
I started doing an awards ceremony in my head: best dressed, worst dressed, most annoying, etc.
An hour into things, I thought I would cash in the first of my toilet breaks. They mentioned loo breaks during ‘housekeeping’ but didn’t mention any limits and a friend told me to take lots of loo breaks to kill a bit of time. Which I did. One every hour. If anyone was doing the awards thing, I definitely won ‘worst bladder’.
There were lots of presentation slides where you had to anticipate things that might ‘happen’, based on positioning of cars, roads, signage. A bit like that scene from ‘Men in Black’ where Will Smith is on target practice.
(Fully aware this is the second Will Smith reference. I’m just over-excited about Bad Boys 3.)
More slides, more discussions about scenarios, more hammering home about speeding and the catchy ‘only a fool breaks the 2 second rule’. (Basically, as a driver you should stay at least two seconds behind any vehicle that is directly in front of you. Applicable at any speed.)
I honestly did learn alot, including the speed limit for goods vehicles on a single carriageway. (50mph if you wanted desperately to know.)
I hope you enjoyed reading this and if you’ve got a course coming up, there might be a slide about observation. And how quickly you can react to something. It’s a picture of a messy desk with all kinds of stationery on it. The question that preceeds the slide is ‘how many pencils are there?’
I got the answer immediately. Just remember to alway look outside the box…