Six months down, six to go

Milestones are always wonderful, no matter how inane.

Two days ago I hit a big one. Well, a big one for me. Monday was the six-month anniversary of my one-day Driver Improvement Class, a day in which I was given a 12-month challenge to not get any more speeding tickets under threat of losing my license.

So far, so good.

The threat actually extends beyond speeding -- I'm not to get any kind of moving violation prior to March 29, 2009 or I will, as mentioned, lose the license. Ordinarily I wouldn't worry, but being a person who can't remember ever going six months -- let alone 12 -- without getting pulled over for something, I'm a little nervous.

And truth be told, I almost didn't make it. One morning after altering my route to work because I had to take the kids to school (this is an important part of the story) I accidentally rolled through a stop sign -- right in front of a state trooper.

To my defense -- and she believed me -- the route I usually take has me turning on the same road, but with a yield sign instead of a stop sign. The new route had a stop sign. I didn't notice. She did give me a warning -- and a stern scolding for talking on my cell phone, something she said may have contributed to my not noticing the stop sign.

Oops.

But as I said earlier: so far, so good.

One thing I have learned about myself is that I do truly love to drive fast. It's not because I'm running late or because I'm in a hurry. It's because I really don't like being behind people. Or being passed by people. I'm also the person who is always -- regardless of traffic flow -- driving in the fast lane on the interstate.

I am learning how to drive more efficiently (I refuse to say "slowly.") One of the first things I noticed is that my 2001 Camry, which had gotten about 24 mpg on the highway before driver's school is now getting more like 28 to 30 mpg, depending on the wind.

Another thing I discovered was that my 16-year-old son, who hadn't expressed any interest in learning how to drive, was determined that I was not going to be the one to teach him. He scolds me when he sees me hovering around 60 on the highway -- "Good God, woman, just what does it take for you?" he says to me.

Great.