Traffic Cops
My wife got pulled for speeding a few months ago and got a fine.

The area she was "speeding" through is near our new place, so she didn't know it very well. The road was a 35, and - having come out of a 45 area and not seen the sign - she was doing 45. She was a little nervous because the local baseball/basketball/some-Merkin-sport-or-other team had won, so the road was full of fuckwits beeping their horns, hanging out of windows, etc., which is why she hadn't noticed the abrupt drop in speed limit.

The particular stretch of road where it's a 35 doesn't actually need to be a 35. When you get to the bits where a 35 limit would be reasonable, because it's so built up, it's a 45. Why? Well, the 35 limit bit is an area that, even though about the size of a fucking Cheshire hamlet, is a city in its own right - even though it's effectively part of San Antonio.

It's a posh residential area (no industry, no shops) with a very shiny cop station and clearly very little crime (every house is behind electronically-controlled gates with an intercom system, and alarmed to fuck), because if the coppers aren't driving up and down the "main street" (perfectly asphalted, no litter)in their pristine Ford Tauruses, they're lying in wait for motorists.

Last weekend, on the way out to the shops, we saw two jam sandwiches driving down the street, one in a layby, and three parked in the station car park.

Cunts.
(Nardis, Fri 23 Sep 2005, 3:32, Reply)