There is definitely something stuck up the ass of cops here lately. I just got pulled over for the second time in the last 24 hours. Before yesterday, I had never gotten pulled over in Miami or Ft. Lauderdale.
Yesterday I got stoped by a state trooper who claims I was doing 100 mph. I so was not going anywhere near that. I got a speeding ticket last July, my first one ever. I learned then the hard way what the prices are for going certain speeds were. More specifically I learned that going 100 mph will get you a ticket for $271, and going 99 mph would get you a ticket for $171. That one extra mile would cost you a hundred bucks.
So why the fuck would I drive at 100 mph knowing this? Am I a fucking moron? No, because it didn't happen. In my 14 or so road trips since then I've had my cruise control perpetually set at 88 mph, which I figured was a nice compromise, certainly not as fast as many people go on Alligator Alley. This trip was no different, I even checked to see if my car had one of those computer thingies that tell you your last known speed, or any kind of proof that the cop was full of shit. So anyhow, I continued to drive home and tried to put it behind me, I'd be calling a lawyer in the morning.
This morning I'm driving to work, and this unmarked car pulls up right behind me, then flies off to my side, gets in front of me, then goes back behind me and flashes some lights and a siren. The guy screams at me to get out of my car and then curses at me for a solid 5 minutes about what the speed limit was and how fast I was going, which was around 80 mph in a 70 mph zone. He acknowledged that much, and then started to curse up a storm about how fucking retarded I was if I didn't know the difference between 70 and 80. I felt like Vincent D'Onofrio in Full Metal Jacket, at one point having to repeat that I had my head up my ass.
Now this is where it gets good, and solidifies my opinion that the previous cop was full of shit. He asks me if I wanted a ticket for $271. Incidentally, that's the same price as my current ticket for going the purported 100 mph. He didn't give me a ticket, cause he was full of shit too, but he could have and it'd have as much merit as the one from the day before.
Now what the fuck? Do I have a sticker on my car that says "if you're a cop, please harass me"? Who the fuck gets stopped for going 10 miles over the limit? Two of the other three guys at work also have gotten speeding tickets in the last two weeks. I guess someone's seriously trying to meet up their quotas or something. The only thing going for me is that I was in Broward when I got the ticket, just a few minutes from the end of Alligator Alley, so I can definitely fight this one.
*sigh* I seriously need to get to work on inventing my teleportation device.
Yesterday I got stoped by a state trooper who claims I was doing 100 mph. I so was not going anywhere near that. I got a speeding ticket last July, my first one ever. I learned then the hard way what the prices are for going certain speeds were. More specifically I learned that going 100 mph will get you a ticket for $271, and going 99 mph would get you a ticket for $171. That one extra mile would cost you a hundred bucks.
So why the fuck would I drive at 100 mph knowing this? Am I a fucking moron? No, because it didn't happen. In my 14 or so road trips since then I've had my cruise control perpetually set at 88 mph, which I figured was a nice compromise, certainly not as fast as many people go on Alligator Alley. This trip was no different, I even checked to see if my car had one of those computer thingies that tell you your last known speed, or any kind of proof that the cop was full of shit. So anyhow, I continued to drive home and tried to put it behind me, I'd be calling a lawyer in the morning.
This morning I'm driving to work, and this unmarked car pulls up right behind me, then flies off to my side, gets in front of me, then goes back behind me and flashes some lights and a siren. The guy screams at me to get out of my car and then curses at me for a solid 5 minutes about what the speed limit was and how fast I was going, which was around 80 mph in a 70 mph zone. He acknowledged that much, and then started to curse up a storm about how fucking retarded I was if I didn't know the difference between 70 and 80. I felt like Vincent D'Onofrio in Full Metal Jacket, at one point having to repeat that I had my head up my ass.
Now this is where it gets good, and solidifies my opinion that the previous cop was full of shit. He asks me if I wanted a ticket for $271. Incidentally, that's the same price as my current ticket for going the purported 100 mph. He didn't give me a ticket, cause he was full of shit too, but he could have and it'd have as much merit as the one from the day before.
Now what the fuck? Do I have a sticker on my car that says "if you're a cop, please harass me"? Who the fuck gets stopped for going 10 miles over the limit? Two of the other three guys at work also have gotten speeding tickets in the last two weeks. I guess someone's seriously trying to meet up their quotas or something. The only thing going for me is that I was in Broward when I got the ticket, just a few minutes from the end of Alligator Alley, so I can definitely fight this one.
*sigh* I seriously need to get to work on inventing my teleportation device.
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