Oops!

 

 What's that, you ask?? who's ticket is that??

 

You all know the Rock River bridge, the one with the stop light a couple miles from our house. I've been quite vocal to anyone I'm riding with that they stop for the light. My husband, being one of those that runs it if he doesn't see anyone coming from the other direction.  He does stop more often lately because I've warned him that there is law enforcement parked on the driveway south of the bridge quite often.
Well. . . . . Tuesday morning I had an early morning run to the airport to deliver puppies and following another car I approached the curve before the bridge, saw the light turn yellow and sped up a little to make sure I made it onto the bridge while the light was still yellow. This is something I think we all do when we see the yellow light on that stoplight. After all I HAD to get home quickly as I'm sure Trev couldn't get his breakfast by himself.
As I approach the other end of the bridge there are the reflective "Sheriff" stripes and some flashy lights happening hee hee. Oh crap!
Mr. Oostra claims the light turned red as I crossed onto the bridge. It may have, it may have, it was very close. Imagine the humiliation if you will! Me- the advocate for stopping for this light, getting a citation for running the light.
I asked Mr. Oostra to please define the law so I would be well informed and never have to lay down another $200.00 and break the law again. He said "yellow means caution/slow down, and not quickly accelerate to try to make the bridge. Imagine how many minutes a day I will lose now that I know that.
In other news. . . . . . . .
The garage addition is coming along nicely! Impact Construction came with 4 guys yesterday and really hammered away (hee hee) at that garage.

Mom Hoog