While we are home in New Jersey on an unexpected furlough from our mission in Nicaragua, we were borrowing a car to get around. But then a very kind and generous person gave us a car, a 2004 PT Cruiser. Of course, then I had to get insurance for it. Sharon from Hardenburgh Insurance went the extra mile for us and got us a good rate even after having a “lapse” in coverage while we were away. (That’s not good for your insurance rating.)
A few weeks later, I got a letter from the insurance carrier that my premium went up because they found a violation on my record that I hadn’t reported! The letter said that I had gotten a speeding ticket in Virginia on September 2, 2016. I know I didn’t get a ticket! And I was in at language school in Costa Rica on that date! This is a testimony on my record that really don’t want nor deserve!
After weeks of trying to figure out how to clear my record of this obvious clerical error, Cassandra tells my son Nate of the situation. He says, “Oh yeah. I remember that. We went to visit Liberty University. On the way back, Dad made us stop at Appomattox. After that, he got a speeding ticket on the highway home. Dad told me not to tell anyone.” Wow! Bomb dropped. (We were at my in-law’s house and, presumably, I didn’t want him running in and making a big announcement about it as soon we walked in the door.)
Usually, getting stopped by the police with your son in the car would be a very memorable event, but I still don’t remember any details or circumstances about getting this ticket. I would deny with my dying breath that it ever happened.