100 mph Club

If I were to total it all up I would guess that I have spent about 25 days over 100 mph. OK, maybe not that mutch but it really adds up fast. Between code 3 calls, boring transports and straight up fucking around I have logged a lot of time in low level flight. I would have to say that the stupidest thing I ever did while at speed went something like this: sitting in the office of a small town cop, have to piss but don't get up, some time goes by and then a call comes in, we tear out and hammer down on the throttle, moving around and then getting into my car squeezes my bladder, can't take it have-to-piss, don't want to stop so I reach for the wide mouth water bottle... At over 100 mph I got my seat back and my dick out. I hold the bottle with one hand and slice through corners with the other. When I finish the cap goes on and then out the window. I kept thinking if I crash they are going to think I was jerking off. Maybe next time.

Running in Circles

I got caught in an annoying phenomenon the other day. Got called to a domestic in progress, dood is smacking his bitch around again. Red lights and siren and 25 miles to go. I'm dodging cars at about 110 mph. Not just hauling ass but really making time. 3 miles from the scene get another call, different domestic, 15 miles away. I peal off, point the Ford north, and hit the afterburners. 130 mph and the world is a blur of shit screaming past me. When you pass a car at that speed, that is doing about 55, it might as well be standing still. This is why I love my job. 2 miles from the call, sliding around corners, and then a State Trooper checks out at my call. Says nothing is going on and I can cancel. Fuck. I just drove in a giant circle at dangerous speeds and got nothing for it. I call this Orbiting. Pisses me off.