"Ma'am, do you know you're doing 75mph in a 55?"
Oh my gosh! Are you kidding me? How embarrassing...how awful...how absolutely freaking IMPOSSIBLE...it's probably best that I didn't get to the last one until the following day when I was driving the same route again. The spot where I was pulled over is just past the top of the hill and, while the Tangerine Dream may look sporty, it's a bit of a gutless wonder. No kidding. The only way to drive the hilly highway between my house and the freeway is in fourth gear (sometimes third). This particular hill is a fourth gear hill. There is no possible way my car could make it up the hill in a wide open fifth gear, which means the officer was either lying or clocked a different car and pulled me over instead because I looked like the guilty party.
(Side story: I have a new coccyx cushion in the driver's seat that is really just a thick piece of foam. It's so thick I have to duck to see my MPH. When the officer pulled out, I did the knee jerk remove your foot from the gas pedal and double checked my speed -- which had already dropped to 50mph in those few milliseconds. By the time he was behind me, I was driving too slow and panicking because I couldn't remember the actual speed limit on the road. Welcome to my awesome, crazy life.)
So, now, I have to decide to just pay the ticket that clocks me at 9 miles over the speed limit (thanks for the "reduction" officer) because it is the same price from 1-10 miles over the limit. OR, go in and explain to a judge that there is NO WAY my car was going more than 61mph at that point in the highway because the RPMs of my engine after that would have been freaking me out and calling attention to my need to shift gears (another something I didn't do.) So, your honor, it turns out there's no way I was speeding as much as the officer alleges though it is entirely probable that I was driving over the limit between 0-6.
Oh my gosh! Are you kidding me? How embarrassing...how awful...how absolutely freaking IMPOSSIBLE...it's probably best that I didn't get to the last one until the following day when I was driving the same route again. The spot where I was pulled over is just past the top of the hill and, while the Tangerine Dream may look sporty, it's a bit of a gutless wonder. No kidding. The only way to drive the hilly highway between my house and the freeway is in fourth gear (sometimes third). This particular hill is a fourth gear hill. There is no possible way my car could make it up the hill in a wide open fifth gear, which means the officer was either lying or clocked a different car and pulled me over instead because I looked like the guilty party.
(Side story: I have a new coccyx cushion in the driver's seat that is really just a thick piece of foam. It's so thick I have to duck to see my MPH. When the officer pulled out, I did the knee jerk remove your foot from the gas pedal and double checked my speed -- which had already dropped to 50mph in those few milliseconds. By the time he was behind me, I was driving too slow and panicking because I couldn't remember the actual speed limit on the road. Welcome to my awesome, crazy life.)
So, now, I have to decide to just pay the ticket that clocks me at 9 miles over the speed limit (thanks for the "reduction" officer) because it is the same price from 1-10 miles over the limit. OR, go in and explain to a judge that there is NO WAY my car was going more than 61mph at that point in the highway because the RPMs of my engine after that would have been freaking me out and calling attention to my need to shift gears (another something I didn't do.) So, your honor, it turns out there's no way I was speeding as much as the officer alleges though it is entirely probable that I was driving over the limit between 0-6.
Oh, I'd fight that. Absolutely. Tickets are expensive. Even when the officer reduced mine to five over, it was still $90. Ridiculous. I wouldn't pay that for someone else's mistake.
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