V1 Moments

In 1974, I left home for military service.  My Dad, a truck driver, handed me a box, saying I would need this because I drive like my Mom.  It was an ugly tin box with one red light on it and an on-off knob.  My Fuzzbuster and I took the trip from New England to … continued

I had been traveling between Texarkana and Houston, a trip of 300 miles, for 30 months for treatment at MD Anderson; it was successful, thank goodness.   There are many small towns along the route where the speed limit drops from the usual 75 mph to as low as 30 before it picks up again.  I … continued

On a recent trip from Baltimore to Milwaukee, I was in a bit of a rush to get home.  We found ourselves in a quickly-moving pack of three vehicles on the Ohio turnpike.  V1 Gen2 gave a couple quick K chirps.  About as soon as we got our speed adjusted, the Volkswagen next to us … continued

I was in my normal cruise mode heading to work yesterday on the Maine turnpike when V1 G2 told me of a weak Ka-band behind.  I throttled back a few notches and kept a close eye on the mirror.  The warning was on and off.  After several minutes of this, I finally spotted the bear … continued

While traveling southbound on Interstate 15, V1 Gen2 spoke up.  I checked my speed and eased into the slower-traffic lane to avoid, well, I hardly have to say.  Within a few seconds, to my astonishment, I observed an oncoming vehicle traveling in the lane I had just vacated.  This vehicle was being pursued by multiple … continued

I am a used car dealer, in and out of different vehicles.  Twenty years ago, early morning on sunny day, smooth two-lane blacktop in a Pontiac Trans Am six-speed, slow truck in front of me…I pass the truck, getting into 6th gear.  The Trans Am in 6th at light throttle would ease along at about … continued

I work 12-hour shifts 60 miles from home.  There are numerous speed zones.  I pass at least three state cops, and more locals, on the way.  I’m just a middle-aged mom trying to make a living, and not a reckless person at all. Despite this, having to drive with out-of-state plates through a gauntlet of … continued

My daily commute takes me through downtown of a small North Carolina city.  There is only one route through town.  It goes around a short curve and then it’s all downhill to town.  An officer occasionally sits where the road levels off, saying hello to all comers with his radar.  I will get a Ka … continued

I was westbound, returning home on interstate 90 through Wyoming after a jaunt into middle America.  It was dark out and V1 Gen2 beeped a few times on Ka-band.  Ka is serious stuff and I immediately eased back to 80, the speed limit in this state.  About 0.8 of a mile later, more squawks on … continued

There is only one thing I still own from back in the 90s, my old V1.  It’s not my original—that one was stolen in a parking lot—smart guy, V1 was the only thing he took.  I replaced it and have used this one ever since.  I believe it’s passed the million-mile mark now. And the … continued