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The one time I knew I couldn't beat a ticket, I was going 85 in a 55 in almost no traffic. I came over the hill and saw the cop at the bottom. If he had his radar on, he had already tagged me. I gambled that I could get down the hill, over the next two, and onto back roads before he could get going up the hill. I didn't see lights or hear sirens, but you can bet my heart was racing. I topped 100 coming off the second hill, and he was nowhere in sight. Either he was asleep or decided not to bother, because I didn't see another cop on the way to work.
The only time I got pulled over for speeding, I was doing 42 in a 30 at 2 in the morning, I didn't even realize I was speeding, and I got a verbal warning because I was polite, respectful, honest, and I'm pretty sure he just wanted to make sure I wasn't drunk.
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