I didn't have time to post last night.

I pulled off a side road near one of our state parks. The speed limit there is 45. I was preoccupied with trying to find the Illinois basketball game. I had not gone very far. 500 feet maybe. I glanced down at my speedometer and saw I was already at 60 mph so I tapped my brakes. I was at the top of a hill and the park entrance was at the bottom of the hill.

So was the State Trooper. First his headlites popped on the his flashing lites. I found a spot and pulled over.

When he got to my car he asked if I knew why I was pulled over. I said that I thought I knew. I said when I saw my speed was around 60 I tapped my breaks. he told me I was doing 61 in a 45.

He asked for all the usual stuff. Drivers license and proof of ins. I gave him an expired ID. He pointed that out. So I tossed it over my shoulder into the back seat. I handed him the other one I had he said it begins in about 5 days. He said I assume you are insured. I told him I sure hope so since I am the insurance agent. He chuckled a bit. I pulled out a third ID. This is one that I printed off the company's website a few months ago to take the place of the missing ID. Since it didn't look like the first two he took a little time studying it.

The young man went back to his car and after about 3-4 minutes he came back and handed me my license and told me to drive more carefully.

I said "Yes Sir." As he walked away I said I won't look for the IL game on the radio any more either. He chuckled again.

In the past 40 years I have been pulled over many many times. (None in the past 5 years or so.) This is only the second time I have been given a pass. The other time I was only about 10 over. If I had been going faster that officer said he would have given me the ticket.

I suppose not lying helped. Having him see me put on my brakes before I saw him was probably a good thing. Not having any tickets for a while. Being an older fart surely helped.

And fluffy Gabriel Iglesias is right. make em laugh.

Edited by member Thursday, November 29, 2012 8:36:36 AM(UTC)  | Reason: Not specified

nope I didn't have any freaking purple decals.

The last speeding ticket I got I was thrilled to just get that. I had just left Hooters smelling like Tiajuana. Can't believe that young dumbass cop couldn't smell the Tequila. I wouldn't even bother to call Mrs. Dakota in that situation. I have plenty of buddies that owe me that particular favor.

It's that long golden hair. gets them every time.

Let's be real. The job of a cop is to make money for the area. When he heard you're an independent insurance agent, that sealed the deal. You got no money, so why bother with the paperwork?