While trying to decide how to store this amazing yet fragile honeycomb, I had it hanging from the roll bar bar of my Jeep on a bungee cord. I kind of liked it there, so I wasn't in a big hurry to move it. Made me a little nervous the way that it would sway while turning corners, and of course, bees liked it....other than that it wasn't too inconvenient.
I was driving in Pinecrest the other day (where life itself is a violation...) and one of Pinecrest's finest pulled me over. (Damn!)
"Do you know how fast you were going?"
"No...." (my speedometer sort of died about two years ago....I judge my speed by the rpm's and what gear I'm in. Its fairly accurate.)
"I clocked you going 42 in a 35 mile an hour zone." Merciful heavens... Well, of course I had my license and insurance card right there, but for the life of me I couldn't find my registration. I figured I was in trouble.
Then the officer glanced up from his pad and got a glimpse of the honeycomb. He didn't know what to make of it.
"Do you collect bees?" he asked incredulously.
"I do!" I replied. "I have 13 hives at my house." Then I handed him my card and started motor-mouthing to him about Colony Collapse Disorder and saving the bees.
His demeanor seemed to change, and I got off with only a warning and a $10 citation for not having my registration.
He smiled as he drove away. I stayed in third gear after that.....