So, I live in a a rural city in Tennessee and it's the County Seat. To give yu an idea of how rural, Walmart is the grocery store and the next nearest grocery store (Kroger) is 25 miles away with the nearest Costco is 40 miles away in Huntsville.

The main thoroughfare through town (east/west direction) speed limit drops from 55 mph to 40 mph then to 30 mph within the whole city. This main thoroughfare also leads through the center of town and the county courthouse with, for about three miles through the center, with angled parking and five [timed] stop lights. IMHO I feel the speed limit should be 20 or 25 due to the tightness when cars are parked.

So...

As I leave Walmart I get behind a car who appeared to have just received a ticket from a TN State Trooper. (Trooper was just getting back into his car with the infamous ticket book in-hand.) Said car I am following [and I] head into the main part of town (about 4-5 miles away) at 30 mph.

As we come to the timed lights previously mentioned the second (or third?) light turns yellow and the car I am following guns it to beat the yellow. He was doing maybe 50 mph and the light was a solid red when he entered the intersection.

Waiting in the cross-traffic was an unmarked city police car (only a VERY low profile light bar on top and black push bar to match the vehicle color). Said copper was quick to turn on said light bar and pull over the other car.

Two tickets (presuming the city police was also giving a ticket) in less than 30 minutes and 10 miles of travel.

Yes, I was laughing

Some people are slow learners.

Sometimes karma does a good thing. Not very often, but once in a while.

Sometimes, there is a cop around when you need one.

that's a good one.

I'd be inclined to hang up the keys for a little bit after a day like that.

Back in the 1980s, a cousin of mine got 2 speeding tickets on the same weekend, from the same policeman, in the same town. One going home from college (Friday), and one going back to college (Sunday). He had a plain Camaro with a V6.

Funny thing, at that time, I had a Z-28 the same color as his car, but I never got a speeding ticket while I had it.

He was probably wired up/p***** off that he got ticket #1 and as a result got ticket #2.

There is such a thing as rotten luck too but obviously not in this instance. Long time ago (!) I had to go to Juvenile Court in Michigan for a traffic violation, standard procedure for one until teens had their license for one year.

Went to court, actually a referee hearing, no fine but 30 days no motorcycle operation as this was my second motorcycle related traffic ticket that year, first was a muffler ticket, second was speeding.

Left court, dropped my mother off at work, pulled out of the parking lot and was promptly struck by a drunk driver mid afternoon.

What a day, at least he got the ticket.

Sounds like Fayetteville.

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Originally posted by Georgeair:
Sounds like Fayetteville.

Other side of the i65, and smaller. Lol

I was 18 years old in 1988 when I got my first ticket. Suffolk county highway patrol in NY, 71/55.

Drove to Virginia to see friends the next day.
That evening I got my second ticket, same speed, 71/55.

One of my friends said maybe I’ll get a warning.
18 year old yankee with a punk hair cut, driving a red trans am.
Yeah sure.

The very early & then later moments of the ‘green light’ can be hazardous. My sister totaled a car at one, I think it was early green for her, yellow to red for the big truck. I think the story is adjusted to her favor. Yeah, the other driver got a ticket.

Often there you are, at the next light right next to the driver cutting things close. Not to be ‘milk toast’ but I incorporate some of my defensive motorcycle methods into vehicle operating. One really has to make up for deficiencies of other drivers.

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Originally posted by ss9961:
Drove to Virginia to see friends the next day.
That evening I got my second ticket, same speed, 71/55...

The entire state of Virginia is a speed trap. It is an actual industry for them, and I am not exaggerating. I was a child when my dad was pulled over as we drove through the state. He was one in long line of cars waved over on the interstate by a trooper standing in the highway, pre-radar. The trooper had a long line of cars and we all waited while he handed out tickets, one by one, to the lucky motorists. There was another trooper farther back telling him which cars to pull over.

Fast forward to about 9 years ago. I was ticketed on I-81 for doing 80 in a 70 mph zone by a county sheriff in an unmarked soccer-mom van. I do speed, but in this case, I was doing about 76 mph and was being passed by a little silver Toyota when he hit his lights and pulled out of the center median. I was sure he was going after the Toyota and completely shocked when he pulled in behind me instead, but my tag was out-of-state. I was shocked again when he said I was doing 80. Which is, technically, reckless driving in VA. So... big money! My wife and all three of my kids were in that car- everything I hold precious in this world. I was not driving recklessly, but at the end of the encounter, I shook the deputy's hand and thanked him for his service, as I always do. I thought he was FOS about me, but I know his job is tough and my thanks were sincere.

Anyway, back home, I start getting marketing flyers in the mail from attorneys in VA promising to get my ticket thrown out in court. All for about $800.00. But the ticket was going to be close to that amount, and the charge would have certainly increased my insurance; also, as I was required to appear in court for reckless driving, I would have had travel time and at least one night in a hotel. So I paid the money, took a safe driving course at home (part of the deal) and the attorney did get my ticket thrown out as promised. (Amazing how he knew he could get that done, isn't it?)



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