Valentine One Radar Detector Moment of the Month
September 2009: A Streaker, Now Reformed
Driving without my Valentine One is like walking naked down Main Street,
yet I'd been without it for 3 months. My last car was totaled when a nephew
blew a stop sign. And being the persnickety sort, I couldn't simply mount
the V1 on my dashboard; it has to be hardwired and stealthy as possible,
which means a remote display to keep the flashing lights for my eyes only.
I put off the job because it would take a few hours to do in a way that would
make me happy and I never seemed to find the time.
My daily drive is Interstate 91 in Massachusetts. The State Police do their
jobs exceeding well and I am grateful for their presence…most of the time.
On I-91 they have a half dozen favored ambush spots. It's a comforting
ritual, this coming back to the same places, as it gives us regulars a chance
to get legal on a just-in-time basis.
A couple days ago a trooper—must have been a rookie—was in a totally
new place. I was without V1 and I blew by him on full blur. Sure enough,
he pulled out, lights gloriously ablaze and twin rooster tails shooting from
his Charger. My heart did that thing it only does during uh-oh moments on
the road. To my great surprise, he pulled over an X5 behind me. I really
thought he was coming after me because of the timing of his lights—I had
just passed the X5—but who knows, maybe he has a thing about pricey
I took this as a sign from the Great Spirit of Driving, Mike Valentine.
The moment I got home from work, I found plenty of time to install V1.
No more naked on Main or any other street.
Feeding Hills, MA