I must confess before my fellow cave divers that I have sinned against the Cave Diving Gods while in cave country. I must find the nearest sinkhole and sacrifice 2 sets of doubles (preferably overpumped with nitrox) and a set of regs for my sins by tossing them over the edge to the depths.
Got me an ole speeding ticket returning to Ga via Madison, Fl after leaving cave diving and hanging out at Renn****'s party. I was coming out of the town of Madison heading north (after just having left I-10) and began accelerating to cruising altitude (I mean, speed). You know those areas of little towns that have 600 miles of 45 MPH before a town so you have plenty of time to slow down? Well, I was coming out of town and was apparently still in one of those 45 MPH zones when I passed a cop hiding over next to the bushes at a church. He pulled me over. He says I was doing 64. Had he asked me what I thought the speed limit was, I would have said 55. I mean, I was beyond all the congestion of town.
I never batted an eye, never tried to justify myself or anything. If I was guilty, then I was guilty. He said he was going to have to give me a citation and I said OK. My first one ever. 16 years of driving and never a ticket. And the first one has to be in cave country.
I sat there as I waited reminding myself of all the times I had slipped down to Madison for some cave diving. He knew I was a diver of some sort. I had 2 sets of doubles and a stage bottle with other gear sitting in the back of the truck. Guess he thought I had lots of money since I had all the neat toys.
Anyway, I say all this to remind you guys to be careful. The very places you go to get away from it all can turn into a source of stress. No biggie. I'll ship out my payment to the City of Madison via USPS and move on with bigger issues in life (like getting set up for a guided dive in Alachua).![]()


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