It finally happened.
April 23, 2008FUCK. I’ve not had a speeding ticket in about 10 years or so. Actually, something more like 12 years. Anyway, I went to pick up Brendon from school today in Sherry’s car (no radar detector) and I went 62 mph in a 45 mph (where everyone else drives about 55-60 all the time!!!!) and got pulled over IN THE SCHOOL PARKING LOT for speeding. The kicker? I left my wallet at home. So, I got a speeding ticket AND a ticket for no driver’s license.
So, now I get to go through the BS that is the traffic court system. I FUCKING HATE TRAFFIC COURT. Worse, I SHOULD HAVE DRIVEN MY OWN CAR WHICH HAS A RADAR DETECTOR IN IT. FUCKING FUCKITY FUCK. I am fit to be tied.
There’s nothing worse than going to traffic court. Nothing. I’d rather have to go through a gingivectomy or even my vasectomy again rather than have to go to traffic court. Oh, and it doesn’t end there. Then I get to go through the stupid driver’s improvement BS.
If ever I am justified in having my radar detector, it’s after a bullshit incident like this. Whenever my detector chirps I get under the speed limit ASAP. Typically, that’s well before I get into actual radar range. Today, my lack of radar detection fucked me. That won’t happen again. Oh no, Deputy Mxxxx, it won’t happen again. You will only be able to catch other unsuspecting drivers without radar detectors from now on.
Oh, and for one more time: FUCK!!!!
Hey I think I have to go do defensive driving too, we should team up.
Wow, this is the most I’ve heard you say fuck in one rant in a long time. Very nice. I’m sorry that you got the ticket. It sucks, and knowing you, it WON’T happen again.
Drive beter and more considerately
“There’s nothing worse than going to traffic court”
How about attending the funeral of the kid you run over?
If there are kids on the road on which I was clocked speeding, they were dropped on a highway. Yes, a highway on which anyone walking would be pretty much killed for walking on the side of.
I don’t speed in residential areas or where I could be in an accident. There were no cross streets or even feeder streets where I was caught. As a former traffic enforcement officer and traffic accident investigator myself, I know plain and simple what the reason was for stopping me: revenue. Been there, done that. I just HATE being on the other side now.