[Scott Douglas]

Last time was sometime back in the last century, on a Sunday, headed to Willow Springs with my brother sitting in the passenger seat telling me to slow down. I was only doing 70. Came over the hill into the valley on the 405, cruise control wouldn't hold the Mustang GT convertible back to 70 going down the hill (it's steep for those who aren't familiar), so I switched it off and applied some brake as I saw the motor cop up ahead. He got off on the ramp at the bottom where you can also get back on because it doubles as an on ramp. I switched the cruise back on and let it coast out till it picked up. He clocked me from the far right lanes of the on ramp so had to do 75 to keep up with me because of the difference in radius of the turn. He lit me up just as he got on and I pulled over before the end of the gore point of the on ramp. He may have had trouble stopping that quickly. He walks up to the passenger window and says he clocked me at 75 and my brother immediately says NO WAY. I think he wrote me for 70, I forget now, but it still cost me.
I was the only shiny black car out there that morning and he must have had a quota to fill as I wasn't going any faster than surrounding traffic.
To make sure I didn't get any more tickets on the way up to the track, I parked it in the fast lane at 55.

I avoid the freeways now with a passion as most of the drivers are going too fast for their own good. I'm a curmudgeon and don't give a rats a$$ any more.