One of the advantages of driving the giant grey steel beast is that cops do not pull me over, even when I'm doing 90 mph. Although normally I'm pretty good about spotting cops, I still occasionally sail through speed traps at overtly illegal velocities. My hypothesis: highway patrol assumes that, since they can't see my head over the back of the seat, and I'm driving a Caddy, that I'm a midget grandmother with a bad attitude. And nobody messes with the little old lady from Pasadena.

Go granny, go granny, go granny go...