When I Tried to Join the CHP at 18…
At 18 years old, I had a dream.
Not a noble dream about serving the community or protecting the highways.
Nope.
I wanted to join the California Highway Patrol because I thought it would let me speed legally.
Before that brilliant idea, my “driving résumé” was already something special. While other kids were collecting normal teenage milestones, I was building a DMV file thick enough to qualify as light reading material.
Early Driving Adventures (a.k.a. Why the DMV Knew Me by Name)
• Age 13 – First Ticket:
Reckless driving.
Doing 50 mph in a 25, with no license, resisting arrest, and failing to stop for a police officer.
Basically, I was a pint‑sized fugitive on a motorcycle I shouldn’t have even been near.
• By 17 – DMV High Score:
I had racked up 6 points like I was trying to unlock a bonus round.
• DMV Hearing at 17 – The Reality Check:
They asked why I deserved a California driver’s license.
I tried to explain, but apparently “I like going fast” isn’t a compelling legal argument.
The DMV didn’t suspend my license—they revoked it.
They looked at my file and essentially said, “Yeah… no.”
And Then Came the Master Plan
After all that, my 18‑year‑old brain decided the logical next step was:
“I should join the California Highway Patrol.”
I didn’t get far with this, and I definitely didn’t follow through. Probably for the best, considering my application would’ve read like a cautionary tale.
In my mind, CHP Academy was going to hand me a motorcycle and say:
“Congratulations, you now have permission to speed… responsibly.”
Looking back, the confidence was impressive.
The judgment? Not so much.
PaulR