December 13th, 2005
So, a while ago, some guy posted in the Santa Cruz community about a speeding ticket he got on Bay street. You may have heard me rant about Bay street and the invalid speed limits there. In any event, I convinced the guy to fight it. Today:
(10:07:28) SomePoorSchlob: howdy
(10:07:42) CERisE8192: Hi
(10:07:54) SomePoorSchlob: this is the law student from LiveJournal right?
(10:08:05) CERisE8192: I thought that was you ; )
(10:08:10) SomePoorSchlob: :)
(10:08:12) CERisE8192: I'm not a law student, but yeah.
(10:08:18) SomePoorSchlob: I beat the ticket!
(10:08:21) CERisE8192: Woo!!!
(10:08:24) CERisE8192: Way to go!
(10:08:34) SomePoorSchlob: $206 i don't have to pay
(10:08:39) SomePoorSchlob: thanks much
(10:09:06) CERisE8192: You're quite welcome. Every one of those that people fight is another middle finger at the stupid speed limits around that town.
(10:09:53) SomePoorSchlob: =]
It's something of an honor to hear someone confuse you with a law student over your previously voiced objections.
My uncle has an analogue of that. While my father was off in the navy, my uncle was playing around with his motorcycles. Lo & behold, he was stopped one day.
At the time, my uncle had been riding an Indian. 750cc of pure crotch rocket. The cop writes him up for speeding and they go on their merry way.
My uncle chose to fight it in a most unique manner. He noticed that the cop had neglected to put down the make or model of the motorcycle in question. So my uncle swapped plates and put the offending ones on this teeny little BSA scooter.
The judge went out there, hopped on, revved it up, and dismissed the ticket.