1992.
That’s the year I started using the HOV lane in the mornings when I commute to Boston. You could call me a rule breaker, a rebel. Breaking the Law by Judas Priest is the only song my car radio will play.
Driving by the poor saps who sit in the right lanes is awesome. Sometimes I open my sunroof, raise my right arm and extend my middle finger while leaning on my horn. Just to piss everyone off. The Commish is a complete bad ass. (anyone buying this?)
Anyway, guess how many times I’ve been caught doing this. Exactly.
Until today.
I’ve always thought the fine must be an insane amount because barely anyone does it. I would’ve guessed something in the neighborhood of $150, plus it would go on your insurance. Well, I would’ve been way off.
It’s $20 Bucks. “Fail to obey sign” is the violation. I’m pretty sure that doesn’t go on my insurance. What a joke.
After the Trooper handed me the citation, I thanked him for his good work, apologized for violating the rules, started my car, and drove the rest of the way into Boston. IN THE HOV LANE.
Like I said. I’m a Rebel.