A few years ago, my late husband and I were driving from Las Vegas to Wisconsin to fetch his iguanas. On the way back, we were driving through Iowa and I tend to speed on freeways, especially when the speed limit is only 65, hah, so I had the cruise control on specifically to avoid a ticket.

Well, a local trooper pulled me over and said I was going like 15 miles over and I said no way, I have the cruise control on to avoid that but he still gave me a ticket for 5-10 miles over…

Well, I couldn’t exactly go to court for it so I sent in my check. A week or so later, it was returned, uncashed, hah. I have no idea what happened or why, there was no explanation included.

My very first ticket, when I was 18/19, was completely bogus. I had gone out early on New Year’s morning to 7-11. On the way back, there is a right turn restriction that you can’t turn right during like 7a – 9a because there is an elementary school and they don’t want people speeding through it, using it as a short cut on their way to the freeway.

I figured that it was exempt because it was a holiday… no school was in session and most businesses were closed. Plus, on my license it shows my address is just a couple streets away so I had a legitimate reason to go that way.

I still got the ticket and am still bitter about it almost 20 years later.

so now i am waiting for the bureacratic machine to decide if i have to pay it or not, which they think will take a month.

considering they can;t even find us and i only moved 100 metres, i can;t see how they will find you especially considering they got your name wrong.

Glad you enjoyed your time over here, i hope you left before the weather went septic :)

the first one was bogus. i always fully stopped at that stop sign because i knew the cops liked to sit there.

the second one i did roll through because i was late to class. the best part is that the person in front of me completely ran the stop sign. i was pissed.

I was coming home from work one afternoon and heard one hell of a BANG under my hood and suddenly I was just coasting at 10 mph. No oil leaking, timingbelt was still fine, motor was rough but working so I limped back towards town.

This is on a long road with weeds on each side of the road that were at least 6 feet tall. Piggy was sitting in the weeds waiting to pounce. I come by, piggy pulls me over with a pretty rude attitude (complete with a couple of “boy”s thrown in.) I get my ticket and a lecture that included a comment about how “Stephen King had his Children of the Corn- you have your Police of the grass fields.”

That night I took my buddy’s pick up out there, found the spot where piggy was hiding and spread two 50 pound bags of salt all along the area. We got rain a few days later and within a week piggy’s hiding spot a 50 foot x 50 foot swath was no more.

My buddies and I made a game of it from then on that whenever we saw a piggy hiding in the weeds we would invest in salt or Round Up and clean up the area where they were sitting. We did this for about 2 years until there was pretty much a wasteland every 2-3 miles marking where the piggies used to hide.