Opinions because you aren’t a lawyer, if you are a lawyer, you aren’t my lawyer, and even if you were, you aren’t licensed to practice in Nevada anyway. If you are, PM me with your office phone, I’ll be an easy consult fee.
Cut to the chase . . er, I mean the long boring story explaining my questions.
I got a speeding ticket in Las Vegas. I was doing 80+ in a 60mph zone. I’m guilty. That is not the point.
I’m also a generally responsible, sane, reasonably well-socialized non-scoflaw adult. So, when the cop flashed his flashy-lights in my rearview, I pulled the hell over, got BRIGHT pink non-gun shaped wallet out of my purse, as calmly as I could manage, and politely handed the child (the cop looked about 14. Og, I’m old. anyway) my license, a stack of Insurance cards and registrations, asked him – nicely – to find the proper papers so I wouldn’t have to dig in my purse for my reading glasses, and then sat still.
Cop asked me if I knew why he pulled me over. I thought “duh!” but said “I may have been going a bit too fast.”
Cop asked if there was any particular reason for my excessive speed. I just blinked at him (WTF did he want me to say? “I gotta pee” “I’m a self-centered brat who doesn’t like going slow”?), so he asked where I was going.
Yadda yadda, little chat about traffic laws. He goes back to his car to run my info, I sit still. 11 minutes, 32 seconds, and now I really do have to pee. He comes back to my window, says his little spiel about giving me a break, read the back of the ticket, blah-blah-blah, sign here. I sign there, merge carefully and lawfully, get to work and read the ticket.
He wrote I was doing 70mph (very nice of him), on January 22, 2007. My plates expired in March of 2006 (2004?) rather than May of 2008, and wrote that my drivers license claims I am an 83 year old male and was issued in Missouri rather than Montana.
Several of my coworkers – not the six idiots about whom I often bitch – have opinions and advice.
1 “Call lawyer so-and-so, the cop was giving you a chance to fight it.”
2 “Was the cop drunk? Fight it!”
3 “Call lawyer such & such, he’ll get it down to a parking ticket, no points!”
4 “The cop isn’t stupid – you’re white, polite and old. Call the lawyer, dumbass!” (this coworker is 21, black, grew up in The Jungle, and putting herself through college with a 3.5 gpa while working full time. I respect her opinion. I’m 43 & glow-in-the dark white with a middle-aged, middle-class, well-educated, utterly boring aura of respectability.) It saddens me that she might be right.
I’m seriously considering calling a lawyer, just because there are so many mistakes on the ticket (the General Principle principle) and because I actually am a spoiled brat who would rather not have to suffer the consequences of my misbehaviour if I can avoid it.
My real question is . . . was the cop stupid, racist, a rookie who doesn’t know to value accuracy, or just being nice because I was?