"Do you know what the speed limit is here, ma'am?"
"Actually, I don't, but I couldn't have been going more than 30."
"It is 25, and you were going 31. License, insurance and registration please."
Today I decided to visit the scene of the crime. Guess the posted speed limit.
2 hours into the online Driver Improvement Course. I told the officer it would be really hard to improve my driving. I've been licensed for 23 years without as much as a parking ticket. To make it worse, I was CERTAIN he was pulling over the speeding car in the right lane, who whipped by me as the officer signaled me to the curb. I drove toward him, seeing him with the radar, confident that the other driver was going to get it. I wonder if the determining factor was the year-old bumper sticker that we've kept on the car as a sign of national pride.
