Don’t sing and drive

I was sailing down the mountain from my weekend retreat, back to Hollywood — from the 215 to the 10 to the 101. Yahoo! I was ready to get home and see my honey, and started singing “Complainte de la butte” and in my rear view mirror were the flashing lights of a California Highway Patrol. I blushed and pulled over.

P: You know you were going 80 in a 65 mph zone?

R: No, I really didn’t. I was singing and got carried away.

P: You can sing all you want, just don’t go 80 in a 65.

I get to go to traffic school now. Joy. The policeman was very nice, kinda reminded my brother Peter, but shorter.

I recall getting in a minor car wreck in high school where the other car spun around and ended up on a neighbor’s lawn. It was only a fender bender and no one was hurt. And what was I doing? SINGING! at the top of my lungs.

Note to self: DON’T SING and DRIVE!

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Hmm, I think I’ll take a hint from Jesse McCartney (see video below) — he sang in a car but had the sense to let someone else drive.

[Video: “Because You Live” by Jesse McCartney.