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Okay, I peed and moaned about my first ever speeding ticket just over a year ago. Same stretch of road I'd driven for ten years in a 3/4 ton pickup. Never a problem. In the Solstice I have a compact pickup and a minivan whom I'm not gaining on at all on the same road.
I get tagged.
Last week we set off to a wedding in Green Bay. Decide we're not going to take the shortest route and in fact will hug the Lake Michigan shore line, up through the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, spend the night somewhere along the way and make our way to Green Bay.
A little more than an hour into our drive, we're finally to the "lakeshore" though it's so built up in the SW corner of Michigan there is very little to see other than gated driveways and fences. I realize we're in a "school zone" and begin to slow down. My wife and I are talking and I see a cop two cars back light 'em up. Figure he's received a call. I pull over.
So does he.
A very pleasant fella he was. Asking me if I saw the sign, asking me if I saw where he was parked and I'm thinking "You're really asking me these things? If I saw the sign and where you were parked, do you think we'd be having this little chat right now?" He asks me about the significance of the license plate as it is "obviously personalized". Asks me about my driving record. Tells me I was about 1/4 mile past the sign that posted the speed reduction. I think "great, I'm about 12 hundred feet past a sign I didn't see on a road I've never driven and obviously a good spot for you to sit and hide."
And the prick wrote me up for 5 over - claimed I was 12 over when he clocked me. I calculated the numbers. I would have had 19 seconds from the posted sign to get down to 35. I was decelerating as I saw the second sign at the time he lit me up.
He went to great lengths to explain to me where the speed zone started, how the locals are concerned, etc. I shouldn't have bitten my tongue like I did, as I already had the ticket. All I thought was "Thanks. This is a road I've never driven before in my life, took it in an effort to see the area, spend my time and money off of the freeway and you're giving me a ticket. I don't need to know anything about where your speed trap is, because I'm not ever going to drive this POS road again and I sure as hell won't ever spend any money in your turd-hole township.
Despite my bride requesting that we just go back to the freeway I veered us back onto M22 along the Sleeping Bear Dunes and it was beautiful drive!
I'm writing my letter to send in protesting the ticket. I'm also suggesting that if I do have to pay the $100 bucks I'm going to roll a single hundred dollar bill into a suppository and the cop can stick it.
Okay.....
I feel better now.
But only a little bit. :cuss:
I get tagged.
Last week we set off to a wedding in Green Bay. Decide we're not going to take the shortest route and in fact will hug the Lake Michigan shore line, up through the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, spend the night somewhere along the way and make our way to Green Bay.
A little more than an hour into our drive, we're finally to the "lakeshore" though it's so built up in the SW corner of Michigan there is very little to see other than gated driveways and fences. I realize we're in a "school zone" and begin to slow down. My wife and I are talking and I see a cop two cars back light 'em up. Figure he's received a call. I pull over.
So does he.
A very pleasant fella he was. Asking me if I saw the sign, asking me if I saw where he was parked and I'm thinking "You're really asking me these things? If I saw the sign and where you were parked, do you think we'd be having this little chat right now?" He asks me about the significance of the license plate as it is "obviously personalized". Asks me about my driving record. Tells me I was about 1/4 mile past the sign that posted the speed reduction. I think "great, I'm about 12 hundred feet past a sign I didn't see on a road I've never driven and obviously a good spot for you to sit and hide."
And the prick wrote me up for 5 over - claimed I was 12 over when he clocked me. I calculated the numbers. I would have had 19 seconds from the posted sign to get down to 35. I was decelerating as I saw the second sign at the time he lit me up.
He went to great lengths to explain to me where the speed zone started, how the locals are concerned, etc. I shouldn't have bitten my tongue like I did, as I already had the ticket. All I thought was "Thanks. This is a road I've never driven before in my life, took it in an effort to see the area, spend my time and money off of the freeway and you're giving me a ticket. I don't need to know anything about where your speed trap is, because I'm not ever going to drive this POS road again and I sure as hell won't ever spend any money in your turd-hole township.
Despite my bride requesting that we just go back to the freeway I veered us back onto M22 along the Sleeping Bear Dunes and it was beautiful drive!
I'm writing my letter to send in protesting the ticket. I'm also suggesting that if I do have to pay the $100 bucks I'm going to roll a single hundred dollar bill into a suppository and the cop can stick it.
Okay.....
I feel better now.
But only a little bit. :cuss:
:wtf:
