"Will.... i think the police man wants me to pull over!" "Why whattya do" "well i think i was speeding a little bit" "by how much?" "i don't know, like 90...." "what's the limit!" "70" "f*$k"
Somehow we managed to wrangle our way out of the situation, but there was definitely a moment in there where i thought...Prison....crap. Everyone had joked how it'd happen to me at some point and now here i was, nearly there.
The reason for all this though (there was a reason) was as follows; We where heading south for the Mardi gras, it was something we'd planned on doing since the initial concept for the trip was talked about, but at the same time neither of us had the sense to book anywhere to stay. This meant trying to book something literally days before arriving... yeah...err.. that wasn't going to happen. Hostels, hotels, campsites! even every couchsurfing person wasn't able to put up anyone. It was a bit gutting and after ringing and emailing everyone the second time we came to the conclusion that we'd just have to admit defeat and accept we weren't going to be going.
We also didn't want to stay in Memphis either, and in our booking attempts for new Orleans we came across the close by town of 'Mobile', who had actually celebrated Mardi gras longer than New Orleans itself (don't worry i'm not trying to convince anyone that it would be in any way as good, but it was available). But it also meant a 6 o'clock start and an 8 hour drive to get there in time for the parades.......hence the speeding.
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