Those damn popo's... I was runnin a bit late when I left for work today, and since I had to pick up my friend's mom, I was running even more late...
Anyways, long story short, I was hauling ass, going about 90 through the corners and 100+ on the straights, just trying to make up a little time, and just when I get to the last straightaway before the place where I work, I see what looks like a dark car parked behind a bush.
I thought to myself "thats a strange place to park...", then I got a bit closer and I go "oh, its a cop, great". I put on my brakes, hoping I could slow down before I went by (I thought they could only clock you from the front :P) My speedo stops at 85, so it took a second or two for it to start showing me slow down, and I decided to put the brakes on a little harder.
I put the brakes on real hard when I was like 15 feet from the rear of the cop car, and guess what... the tires lock up :P I skidded past the cop at like 75mph, and got ready to be pulled over. He flipped on his light and followed me while I looked for a place to pull over.
He took all my info, and told me to shut off the car. He came back after like 5 mins and gave me the ticket. He said "its for 92" I stupidly thought he meant like 92 dollars... not mph :P
I asked if he could give me a break, and before I could finish my sentance, he said "No chance, your lucky I'm not taking you to jail
) I asked to see the radar, and sure enough it said 92... The sad thing is, I have never seen a cop on that road before... why do they have to be there when I am hauling ass
I wonder what this will set me back, I'm going to try to go to traffic school...
Oh well, there goes next weeks check :P
-Grendel