We all hate texting, right? We hate that it’s become such a key part of our communication. We hate that our slide-out QWERTY keyboards make us look like giddy 14-year-old girls. We especially hate, though, when people text while driving. It’s unsafe, difficult, etc. But now a man from the western suburbs — the awesomely named Frank de Leon, presumably Ponce’s descendant — has a new reason to hate texting: it earned him a speeding ticket. O! why must the Fates be so unfair to Frank!
A funny thing happened to me the other day while driving south on I-29 in the Northland. I caught up with a car in my lane that was curiously drifting from one side of the lane to the other. Because of traffic passing on either side, I was forced to remain behind this car for some time. While back there I noticed that the driver was merrily switching from texting on a cell phone to dialing and talking — using both hands at the same time!
I assumed steering was being expertly accomplished by the “knees” method, so when I got the chance, I decided to pass. While I was passing, the distracted driver increased speed, forcing me to also increase my speed. After passing and returning to my lane, I noticed a Missouri Highway Patrol officer waving me over.
So, guess who was ticketed?
Woe is Frank. But riddle me this, sir: did you or did you not exceed the posted speed limit? Speeding, even when employed to pass a dangerous driver, is still speeding. Do the ends justify the means in this case? I think we know how Frank’s texting tormentor would respond: “LOL! U got tkt! LMAO : ).”