I love to speed. I speed even when I’m not in any particular hurry. I don’t speed any less now at age 50 than I did at age 16. Don’t get me wrong, I take a more tactical approach these days. Most law enforcement are good folks, and they really will give you that 7-8 mph over the limit. If you keep it to, say, 15 mph over, use your technology wisely (which means not to be overly reliant on it), and pay attention to your surroundings, you should generally be fine. If you do not heed that advice, you will be caught.

I was caught a few months ago. My fault, of course, as is always the case. I was late for work and running 82 in the fog. Long range visibility was low on a long rural straight, and I was essentially the only car on the road, so there was no doubt it was me to blame for the red number 82 on the trooper’s gun. He was a decent guy, and wrote me up for 9 mph over the limit. I paid the fine, and I just completed the online traffic school to keep the points off my record. Only bright spot in this otherwise annoying scenario was the cajun comic who did most of the school. Pretty damn funny when he departed from the strraight traffic stuff and did a bit of his regular schtick. Unfortunately they did not name him, so I’ll have to do a bit of digging so I can check out more of his work.

Remember, kids…you pays your money, you takes your chances. If you get nailed it was your own fault.

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