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For me it was simple. The cop busted me for going 3 mph over the speed limit. I wore my normal work clothes (probably a kennith cole suit), and made my case (flow of traffic, perfectly safe, my history with professional driving, 100% clean driving record since I started driving at 17, no pedestrians present, etc.), speaking only when spoken to. The judge asked me to leave his office and yelled at the cop for 5 minutes about the meaning of wasted time and city resources. I felt vindicated.
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