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Every cop who has pulled me over has been curteous and professional (now that I am an adult) and I respond in kind. The last ticket I got (about 6 months ago) the cop was so nice that I wrote a letter of commendation to his commander, despite the fact that he gave me a ticket. He pointed out what I had done wrong. I conceeded that he was correct. He gave me a ticket. I thanked him. He thanked me for not giving him any trouble. We went our seperate ways. I paid the ticket.
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I try to be scrupulously courteous to officers. For one thing, it’s entirely possible that the person they pull over could be a gun-toting maniac, so the act of walking over to my car is much more courageous than anything I do on a given day. (Although I have to believe they probably aren’t too worried once they see me in the driver’s seat.) For another, if there are any brownie points to be won, I’d like to win them.
Courtesy didn’t help me any in Dooley County, GA. I was driving from my home in FL to have Thanksgiving with a friend who lived in GA. The speed limit was 65. I was singing along with my Mary Poppins cd and traveling between 71 and 75 mph (typical speed for me in a 65 mph zone) when I saw lights in my mirror. I immediately pulled over and figured that I had been fairly caught. I was polite and even sympathetic, given that this officer was hard at work on Thanksgiving morning when there were probably other places he would rather be.
When the officer told me he had clocked me at 92, my eyes grew huge. I honestly figured I’d misheard him; perhaps I hadn’t been paying attention and drifted up to 82, although even that was not likely. I drive a Toyota Corolla. If anyone has successfully coaxed a Corolla up to 92 I’d like to hear about it. But he wrote out a ticket for 92 mph in a 65 zone. I thanked him courteously, and proceeded on my way.
Shock wore off and indignation wore on. I decided to fight the ticket. Naively, I still figured the 92 was an honest error on someone’s part - perhaps they had clocked the black Honda who had breezed by me in the left lane and mistook him for me? I called a lawyer who practiced in Vienna (which is not pronounced the way I thought it would be) and asked for assistance. When he heard it was Dooley County he laughed and said to just pay the ticket. He said out-of-state tickets were a major source of revenue for the County and that the judge there was a crooked sumbitch who would screw anyone who challenged him any way he could.
But I was indignant and hardheaded so I took a day off work to drive up and fight the power. The judge had a benign, grandfatherly air, and he gently counseled the drivers ahead of me in line to simply pay up the ticket because the stretch on which they were ticketed was now a construction zone so if they tried to fight the ticket, he would be forced to double the $300+ fine. (It had not been a construction zone the days those tickets were issued.) They paid up.
I entered my plea and requested a bench trial. Grandfatherly judge looked mildly surprised and reproachfully informed me that I would have to return in several months’ time for the trial.
In the meantime, I requested the laser calibration records from the police. Oddly enough, despite my repeated requests, no one had time to send these records to me before my court date, several months later. As the date approached, I called the court and explained that I still wished to stand trial but that the police had not yet provided me with the relevant evidence I had requested. Would it be possible to receive a deferment? Yes, of course I could request a deferment. In person.
I gave up and paid the ticket. Thereafter, when traveling through Dooley County, I would sit in the right hand lane with my cruise control set at 1 mph below the speed limit. I still advise my fellow travelers on I-75 to do the same.
That was six years ago. I wonder if that grandfatherly judge is dead yet. The cop was younger, so he’s probably still kicking around. I don’t wish him well either, though.