As an experiment, I actually stayed under 60 the rest of the way to work, and part of the way home. But it was TORTURE. At 60 mph in a well-tuned German machine, I continually wanted to get out of the car and see why it wasn't moving....In fairness, I have to admit that I earned my previous speeding citation under the wheel of my old Hyundai, requiescat in pace. It was a week away from going to beater heaven, and I got caught accelerating to highway speed before I was quite outside the city limits of a small town in southern Missouri. (I was going to call it a "three-horse town," but I thought better of it because I know people who live there. On the other hand, all those people knew about my speeding ticket because it made headlines in the local paper. So, if the shoe fits....) Funnily enough, that infraction, for doing something like 50 in a 35 zone, cost me twice as much as this 20-mph-over-the-limit summons in St. Louis County. Go figure....
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I'm sure someone is going to ask if this shows a disrespect for the law. On the contrary. I respect the law... though in the case of speed limits, I tend to regard them as a municipal fundraising gimmick. When you have a car that handles well, and a good road, and good driving conditions, and you're not weaving all over the road & being an aggressive jerk around other drivers, what's the big deal? Support your local Fraternal Order of Police & maybe Smokey will look the other way. Or let him try to catch you & support him another way. It's almost like an act of charity, if you look at it that way....
Yeah, something like that.
So much for farfel-noogies.
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