This is very timely.
I had not had a ticket in nearly 10 years until the trip to Martinsville. We got talking about politics (thanks, guys), and I got passionate and stopped paying close attention to passing cars, and got clocked at 80 in a 65. That's a $152 donation to North Bumblefuck, N.C.
About 9 months ago or so, I was taking the "long" way to work on a turnpike - there's so little traffic that sometimes it's quicker than taking the "short" way. Not a car to be seen, I was doing about 85 when I saw a state trooper in the other lane. He did a Bat Turn in nothing flat, and was behind me (another Dodge Charger with low-profile flashers).
I pulled over right away, was honest about just not paying close attention, he asked where I worked and I told him, and he wrote me a warning. Super nice guy, no big ego, but commanded respect. Serious business.
Fast forward a couple of weeks ago, and my sister is down with my parents for Thanksgiving. Took my sister for a drive on the same turnpike and showed her what a cloverleaf off-ramp felt like at 75mph. (Induces giggling - who knew?) On the way back, I was noticing a problem again which I'll have to ask you guys about, and was mashing on the gas / brakes trying to get the rear end un-stuck. Well, I was going to just jet by a little Toyota real quick then exit, and it got "stuck" again, so I mashed it, and snuck by him and took the offramp - right at the same time, a state cop was going the other direction. Bat turn, flashers, behind me he comes.
"Can I see your license and insurance?"
"Sure, just a sec." (handed it over)
"You were going pretty fast back there, why don't you come back to the car with me."
I tell my sister to see if she smelled anything, and look at the rear end to see if I can smell anything hot, then go back to the car.
"Where were you going so fast?"
"That's my sister, she's in for Thanksgiving and hasn't seen the car."
"So you're just out for a drive?"
"Yeah, and I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with the brakes. It acts like they're stuck sometimes."
"Well I got you going 94."
"94?? Really... My goodness."
"Yeap." (writing in his book)
"That was with you going around that little car, you were probably going faster."
"Well I was actually having trouble getting around him."
".....in an AMG Mercedes???
"That's the thing. I can't figure out why it acts like that sometimes. I'm going to have to break down and take it in."
(keeps writing, then he says this
"Where do you work?"
(I tell him)
"Okay. The fine for this one is $268. Sign here."
(I take his clipboard and start to sign it.)
"I'm writing you for a warning this time. You need to take it easy."
"Well I really appreciate it. I'm not one of these kids out here trying to hot rod or anything, I'm done with all that."
"You didn't buy that car
not to hot-rod it."
"No, and that's the reason I do track days; so I don't have to have conversations like this with you guys."
"No excuses. This one's on me. Slow it down."
It was the same cop
. He may or may not have remembered me, but after he left, I remembered him.