Ever get a Warning instead of a Ticket?
I must confess, I got a warning last Sunday (my first).
I've never gotten a warning before, but I have gotten tickets when innocent before (3-times), and guilty (6-times, 4 were on my motorcycle 30 years ago). I've always thought that "a warning" was a myth, or something only large chested women got - really.
I was traveling back home on a curvy and hilly scenic road along the Huron river with the top off. Speed limit is 35 mph, I often vary my speed greatly on this road. Some parts are in terrible shape and yet great stuff to look at so I go 30 mph, other parts have just been paved and are are hard to resist. I know where all the speed traps are and slow down that usual five (cruising at 40) over when approaching these areas.
Many times I piss off other drivers who are cruising 50 in the 35 zone, the big SUV's get right on my tail. I wait for a series of tight turns or hills or better yet a tight turn going up a hill to shake them off with a startling burst of speed from a low gear.
So there I am cruising at 40 in the 35 zone and up ahead is a hill with a sharp left turn and one of those signs warning you of the condition, I drop it to second gear press the gas and fly up the hill (even though no SUV was tailgating me). At the top of the hill I let off the gas and coast in neutral on a slight down hill grade but the car rolls too good and does not slow down at all, I see a cop, hit the brakes quickly down to 37 mph all too obviously.
The cop keeps going and as usual when I'm doing the speed limit a big black SUV comes up from behind and seemingly out of no where and is tailgating me (less than one car length) in less than a minute. I know that I've had time by now to take another route but seriously
everyone (but me and old people) runs this road at 50 mph when there are no bicyclist on cooler days.
The cop turned around, and came behind the SUV with the lights flashing, I know the only way that SUV caught up with me is by driving at least 15 MPH over. However, I'm the one that gets pulled over. I coyly ask the office what's the problem. He almost laughs and said I clocked you at 55 as you came over that hill. I admitted that I vary my speed greatly on this road, driving the limit 80% of the time. He said I'm sure this road is hard to resist, does your plate "kach22i" have something to do with the book? I said yes I like the book, and it's also part of my last name plus birth date. He said he like it and he was letting me off with a warning because he liked the plate. He also asked what year the Porsche was, I said 1977. He scanned my license and left.
I cannot believe I got off with a warning. I bet he just wanted a better look at the car.
I purchase two lottery tickets on the way home, it was my lucky day after all.
I've never had a radar detector, maybe it's time.