Chapter Eighteen: Road Rules

How I Became the Fastest (and Coldest) Traffic Violation in Vermont

Winter.

My favorite time of year.

Everyone else hated it — the cold, the ice, the slipping.

Not me.

I still sweat through all of it. People say, “My body is a temple.”

Mine? The center of the sun.

I sweat like I’m being hunted, in every season, at all hours.

If the government ever figures out how to harness heat from a human furnace, I’m their guy. I could kee…