The RCMP are now on my "best buddies" list. Besides our common love of Tim Hortons donuts, the kind officer who pulled me over for speeding last Wednesday night (May 22nd), decided to cut me some slack. And for that, I was greatly appreciative. I was doing about 68 in a 50 zone, when I got tagged. He asked why I was in such a hurry. I said that I was on my way home from playing floor hockey and that I was starving since I hadn't eaten supper yet. He checked my driver's license and told me to keep it down a little. How cool is that? I *love* the cops!