"I clocked you at 43 while it's 35 through here," said the officer, illuminated by red and blue flashing lights.
He had been perched in the valley across from the dam on southeast 29th Street where the speed limit changes, and she saw him too late.
"I'm sorry, I was just coming down that hill...," she replied while handing over her license.
As he walked back to his car, she shielded her eyes. The reflection from her rear view mirror of those flashing lights seemed unnecessarily bright for that time of night. She glanced through her windshield.
Just feet from her front bumper stood the sign: Speed Limit 40.
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Interesting enough, I had a similar event happen to me on Friday. I got clocked doing 31 in a 20. The officers set up a speed trap just a few yards in fron t of a 30 mph sign. Frustrating.
At least it wasn't in a school zone, I suppose.
Cops suck... I had something like that happen to me in Hoyt. I was going 15 on a 12... not even kidding.
I was coming home late from Iowa, went through Atchison, Kan., and was trucking through on Highway 59.
I got stopped for doing 75 in a 65. I must have seemed really sorry b/c I only got a warning : )
Although the situation is quite unfortunate and would make me thoroughly heated, I really like the way you wrote about this account. I love how the story just ends abrubtly but with an obvious little kicker. Good job!
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