Afrer IM Florida I was smoking my little rented car down on the Alligator Alley with 100 miles/h. Only on the road I realised I missed one hour due to the time zone and I was in trouble to catch my flight. I always wanted to have a red Mustang but being pro triathlete this dream has not came true yet...so seeing a stylish car front of me, I decided to take it down. I must had be very tired because I realised too late that I was challenging a Sheriffs car. I had to pull over and I froze in my seat: I was in trouble-either I will hand over the prize money I just earned the weekend or I will miss the flight and I finish like Lightning McQueen put into jail and serve few days social work. I needed a plan. Fast. Watching in the mirror I saw the Sheriff made a mistake: he sent his son or his student to get me. So I decided to pull out a girlish trick (I only use it in emergency cases) I started to cry...and threw in all my cards: how tired I was from the Ironman that I did not see the speed limit, I will miss my flight, I do not speak English well...the young guy, turning my Hungarian licence in his hands and seeing my crocodile tears, let me off the hook, I got away with only warning. I caught the flight just in time, checked in all my extra weights for no fee, I was smart to leave my tattoo number on, so everyone can see and favor me a little bit. I just loved America.
Posted on: Wed, 06 Nov 2013 12:34:04 +0000
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