Flashbulb Memories

The life and history of a 30-year-old
South Dakotan woman
in New York City.

I have a terrible driving record. I have gotten 8 speeding tickets, 2 careless driving, and 1 reckless driving. The two careless driving tickets were also for speeding but I was going so much faster than the speed limit that a speeding ticket wouldn’t have been appropriate. The reckless driving was for 96 in a 55 (the fastest I was ever caught driving.) But that’s not the fastest I’ve gone. The highways in the midwest were designed to have long stretches of straight road so that in the event of an emergency a plane can use them as landing strips. This means that kids with nothing else to do and the license to drive alone at 14 use the interstates as racetracks.

Every time I would go over 110mph, wind resistance on the left side of the car was so severe I would have to keep the steering wheel turned at least 30 degrees to the right to stay on the road. This never scared me but it did my friends so I would only hit those speeds on my way home after I’d dropped them off. One particularly manic night I dared myself to reach 140mph. This was the highest my speedometer would record. I didn’t quite make it. At 135mph the car began to shake so bad that I had to back off. I never tried this again. I don’t know why.

9 months ago