For those of you who are on pins and needles to hear about my awesome SPEEDING TICKET
here is the "official" version of how it all went down. And by official I mean what I told the judge.
Back in October my middle brother Layne was flying home from a 2 year mission to Washington. The kids and I are hightailing it to the Salt Lake airport to see him. (And by hightailing I mean driving at a very reasonable speed.) So picture this. We are in the middle of nowhere and Gwen says "I have to pee!". Well Gwen won't just pee anywhere like I will. You can't pull off the side of the road and expect her to ignore the passing traffic. One time we were driving to see my parents in St. George and Gwen fell asleep right after telling me that she had to pee. We were 40 minutes away, so my chances were good that she would sleep the rest of the way there. Not so. She woke up after 20 minutes, just as I had passed a rest stop. She refuses to pee on the side of the road so I pulled clear off an exit and wrestled with her to get her pants down as she screamed and kicked. I didn't win. She promised she could hold it until St. George. She did. But not long enough to make it into the hotel room and onto the toilet.
So back to our trip to the airport. Gwen announces that she is about to lose it. There is a semi truck right next to me and a car right on my tail. But there is also an exit coming up and I know it is the last exit for 20 minutes. What would you do? Slow down and get behind the semi? Or speed up and go in front so as to not make the motorist behind you more angry than he already is at your distracted driving? (It is not easy to change dvds, pass out drinks and retrieve dropped blankets while you are driving.) Well I chose to speed up. I got off my exit and drove a little way until you couldn't see the freeway. And it worked. Gwen agreed to go on the side of the road since there were no cars or any sign of life for as far as the eye could see. We did our business and resumed our trip. I was back on the freeway for about 10 seconds when suddenly I see a car right on my rear end. I almost tapped my brakes to teach him a lesson and then I noticed that it was a police car. And then his lights flipped on. Ten seconds I was on the road. I was going about 50 miles an hour by then. So I pulled over and this very angry police officer comes to my window.
I get a lot of tickets and this one was going to put me over the top.
So after talking to my dad....I decided to contest the ticket. Mostly because I was mad at the way he treated me, but also because there was no possible way that I was really going as fast as he said I was. I tried recreating it on the rest of trip and not once could I get going that fast in such a short time.
Has anyone ever done community service to pay off a ticket? Maybe that is only in Oregon Dad. Cause the judge sure got a kick out of it when I asked her. I'm pretty sure the convict sitting beside me snickered a little too.
So what do you think? Should I appeal this judges decision who was so obviously in cahoots with barney fife? They will send it to another judge, but maybe in the same county. And if I lose again I will probably have to pay even more. But I was not evading this police officer. I was avoiding a catastrophe. Do I look like a liar? One more question: when a cop gets you going a certain speed on their radar gun, is it his word against yours? Or is there a record of that? Just wondering.