I just got in. I live in Missouri, and I was driving back to college in Arkansas tonight. I was pulled over while driving on a dead 5-lane highway at 12:30 am at the ungodly speed of 68! My ticket is gonna be at least $130.
In most civilized states we have speed limits of 65 or above in some cases for 4 lane highways. I suppose Arkansas likes to hold on to their nostalgia of 55 mph speed limits and not wearing shoes.
Well, I'm through venting. Please feel free to share your experiences with speeding tickets or other fines.
(Yes, I know I was wrong to drive 13mph over the limit. It doesn't mean I have to like it.)
Originally posted by BullittWell, if you got caught speeding in Quebec, it's your own fault. NO ONE gets caught speeding in Quebec...school bus drivers do at least 120 km/h.
Seriously, there's one way to avoid these fines, guys...and I think you all know what that is.
Uhhhhh, I was all alone in my car, and I was pulled over on a rural highway in Arkansas by two small town backwoods police officers on a dark dead highway. What are saying I should have done to get out of it?
I know, I could have showed them my autographed Beautiful Bobby Eaton picture!
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Just one story of far too many in my 25 years behind the wheel.........I got a ticket once in Nebraska at 7am on Friday morning - the officer said he timed me on his VASCAR system at 70 in a 55 - (where in rural western nebraska can you get up off the ground high enough to time someone ?) - the trooper gave me 3 choices - I could fight the ticket but then we would have to drive an hour to get to Ogallala and wait to see the judge but seeing this was a Friday, the judge liked to go fishing so he might not get in until after 10am or I could pay cash but then we would have to go all the way to Ogallala or I could whip out that credit card there and get this all done in a matter of minutes - I plead nolo contendre and paid by the side of the road - Visa hit me with an interest charge for the cash advance on my next bill......I hate nebraska
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Right after Dessert Storm I was driving from Bethesda Maryland to Southern Maryland, I had my uniforms and stuff in the back of my little Honda Prelude and I was humming along at about 118. Radar detector goes apeshit, so I slam on the breaks. Well, this is when I realise that Radar detectors do no good if you are going so fast that you cannot slow down before they are clocking you! But, since it was right after the war, and the cop was asking where I was going so fast, I thought quickly on my feet and said "My wife is in Labor, and I just got off the plane in Dulles, and I need to get to Waldorf before she delivers!" The guy looks at my uniforms, and asks where I was stationed during the war. I tell him, and he gets my license and stuff and goes to the car. Comes back and hands me a ticket and says "I couldnt ignore that you were speeding". I am like "oh, Okay" So I look at the ticket after he walks off and he wrote me up for 48 in a 45. I was so glad, I went straight to the bank, got the money and sent it off to pay the fine. 48 in a 45 is better than the 118 in a 45 he clocked me at!
My best get out of a ticket. Elmira NY, driving home from work, and a couple beers, at ~ 2 AM, I get pulled over for speeding and running a Red light, I thought I could make it but not quite. Anyway the cop asks me where I'm going and I tell the truth, home from work. Asks me where I work, so I tell him Bernie Murrey's, a local pub known for its wings. He asks me when I'm working again, confused I tell him tomorrow night. He tells me see you tomorrow and lets me go on my way. The next night he shows up at the back door of the pub and asks for two dozen wings. So I comp him the wings.
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I went on down to Wal-Mart to buy a Playstation 2 at midnight when they first came out (the only place in the White Mountains of Arizona carrying the product), stood in line for an hour, only to find out they were taking numbers all day (mostly for employees and managers) When the 30 they had in stock were doled out to those who had reservations and the rest of us lowly peasants were told that the Wal-Mart elite had their precious box of videogamegoodness, I left the store quite pissed and started going about 47 in a 45.
Now, this is the start of winter in below freezing tempatures, and I do not have a rear defroster on my window. I didn't think it would matter since no one was out that night when I was on the road. So I'm driving along for about 5 minutes when some dickhole pulls right up on my bumper with his brights on. Since I had no defroster, I had no ideal who the hell it was, all I could make out were his lights. This was a two direction, four lane btw. So I get into another lane so he can go around and get off my ass, but he stays right on me. I speed up to about 52, thinking this is some psycho murderer who just got pushed over the edge because he couldn't get a Playstation. This goes on for about 10 MINUTES, until I get to my turn off onto my street, when suddenly the police lights come on and I'm pulled the side of the road.
Northern Arizona cops are notorious for being dickheads, mainly because they're all either fresh recruit hardasses or bitter old farts with nothing to do all day. I got a fresh recruit hardass, who was yelling and screaming about how I was going EIGHT MILES OVER THE LIMIT BY GAWD!!! In retrospect, he was probably pissed because he tailed me for so long without me slowing down (because I couldn't see him through the frost), but you think he could've seen when he pulled up that my back window was frosted over.
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I thought James Earl Jones' involvement in Episode III had been a foregone conclusion for some time now. Oh, well, nice little snippet, nonetheless. Even if it didn't tell me anything I didn't already know...