Smells like bacon

Trust your instincts is what I say... that or maybe I have a 6th sense for detecting "la Po Po", the five-0, the Heat.... no... no... that wouldn't be the case... I got a speeding ticket when I got lost in Terrebonne last week and ended up quite unintentionally at the offices of Québec Erotique (this wasn't my intended destination)...... motherfuckers.... anyway.... I was speeding, so what do you want. $90, 1 point... not the end of the world...

back to reality

9:15am....
I exited the Met on to HWY 15 north...
it's early Sunday morning, nobody on the road...
the sun was shinning...
Bob Marley was playing loud...
the road was begging me speed on her... "Speed me Seymore! Speed me " it screamed...
So slowly I pressed on the accelerator and the needle hit 120...
then 125....
it felt good...
real good...
too good... yeah... this was too good....
somehting's not right...
I hit the breaks and quickly slow down to 100...
Two or three cars fly past me unaware of my premonition...
and yes...
As I turn the first big bend on the Autoroute des Laurentides, what is waiting for me...
An SQ squad car with a donut muncher pointing his little laser gun at the oncoming traffic...
SPEED TRAP!
better luck next time...
As I keep on driving I see sets of flashing blue and reds off in the distance...
oh wait! not just one set but about 4 sets!
I just escaped one hell of a speed trap!
As I drove by the intercepted...
I couldn't help but notice a slight odour of bacon....