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Sporadically Sara: Race to Rugby

By Staff | Apr 22, 2016

When it comes to driving I think that I am an okay driver. I have bad habits that I am aware of, like my heavy foot, my tendency to ride the brakes too much and I have been known to follow too closely. I have been legally driving for about 20 years now; I have many miles under my belt and I have gotten a few driving violation tickets in those years. I am going to tell you about my favorite ticket that I got probably about six or seven years ago.

This story starts with a planned trip to Rugby to see my Mom and Ron. I left Grand Forks, and soon after I hit the open road my brother called and said that he was also on his way home from Bismarck. We were both about the same distance from Rugby at the time, so we decided that we better race home and see who could get there first. The race was ON! I am older than my brother, but since I was about fourteen he has been bigger and better at just about everything than me. My brother knows just about every back road there is from here to Mexico; he can somehow get to places faster than any normal human being can. I was going to have to try really hard to beat him at this race.

As we were driving, we were comparing where each of us were and how far we had to get to Rugby. When I was almost to Devils Lake, I decided that he was too far ahead of me, so I needed to gain an advantage. After all the years that I have driven on Highway 2 from Rugby to Grand Forks, I am well aware of the fact that if you are going to speed, you shouldn’t do it anywhere within 20 miles of Devils Lake. The N.D. Highway Patrol are very, very good at their job in that area. My need to beat my brother was stronger than my common sense at that point. I pressed on the pedal and not three minutes later, there were red and blue lights flashing behind me. I pulled over right away, and a very young, good-looking officer came up to my window. This wasn’t my first rodeo, so I had my license and insurance card out and ready for the nice officer by the time he walked up. He asked if I knew what I was being pulled over for and I said yes, that I was speeding. He somewhat shocked that I was being completely honest with him and then he asked if there was any reason that I was speeding today. I then went on to explain the “race” of sorts that I was in with my brother from Bismarck. When I finished my story he looked at me with wide eyes and said, “Well…I will hurry up and write you your ticket so you can get on your way.” I thanked him and he was back in no time with my ticket. The ticket wasn’t expensive, since I wasn’t really going that fast. This story might sound like we were going 150 mph, but we weren’t really going that fast. There were no speed records broken by either of us that day.

I threw the ticket next to me and called my brother to see how much time that cost me. I was still in the game, but there would be no stopping if I had any chance of winning at this point. I stayed close to the speed limit during the remainder of the mission, I knew it was going to be close but I really wanted to win this. I am normally not a very competitive person but when it comes to something that I might actually have a chance at beating my brother at, out comes a fierce warrior. The last 40 miles of the race were intense. We weren’t really sure who was going to win, it would be close. Finally, I could see the Rugby skyline and I was in the home stretch. The end of the race was at Worn-A-Bit, and you had to be out of your vehicle and standing in Mom’s store in order to win. I turned onto Main Street and didn’t see my brother’s truck! I was so excited that I could have won! I parked outside the store and ran in with my speeding ticket in hand! I had finally beat my brother at something! He pulled into the store about five minutes after I did.

This “race” of ours cost me a speeding ticket and a point on my license, but to me it was worth every penny. Just the satisfaction of beating my little brother was enough to keep me smiling for years. I will never ever let John forget about the time we raced and I won. There are a couple of life lessons in this story, one: don’t speed because you will get caught, two: don’t ever underestimate your sister.

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