Today marked the first day of Pennsylvania’s anti-texting while driving law. The law prohibits as a primary offense any driver from sending, reading or writing a text-based communication while his/her vehicle is in motion. No more texting, instant messaging, email, tweeting or browsing the Internet. But feel free to use your GPS or take and make calls.
I freely admit that I text while driving, but only when in dead stopped traffic jams or at red lights. I’m not proud but that damn red, blinking light on my phone is like the siren’s call across an ocean. Must. Look. At. Phone. The GPS on the other hand. In the past month, I’ve veered off the road and almost rear-ended someone. But that’s cool, Commonwealth. I managed to stop in time. No harm. No foul. Just took a few years off my life.
In my humble opinion, this law has no teeth. From what I read at lunch, it’s going to be hard to prove once tickets are issued and it seems like it’s pretty subjective to enforce. And from the looks of it on my drive home, no one gives a shit and they are all texting away anyway.
I, on the other hand, left my phone in my purse and tried to be a good citizen. And I was, but not without quite a few spastic lunges at the passenger seat before I realized I was reaching for that phone. ***
There is no correlation between that rambling thought and tonight’s beer -- an Orval Trappist Ale. It poured a coppery-brown in my glass with a full, off-white head. It smells of candy and plums with malt. The carbonation is just right. That fruit comes through in the taste and you get a hoppy kick toward the end. I found the alcohol to be surprisingly present. Surprisingly because this is listed at 6.9% ABV and I tend toward big beers.
In case you’re interested, Gary drops some Trappist knowledge in this post. And on that note, I’m out. Cheers.
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