Double Maduro said:
Speed trap @ 11pm in a residential area?
Go to court, and make the officer prove how fast you were going.
I just can't buy into that. 55 in a residential zone is waaay extreme. If I've done wrong, and know it, how can I in good conscience fight it? He admitted he was wrong and knew it. Lil' bro called me one day, asked me if I knew anyone on the HP. Told him "sure". Asked if I thought they could "help him out of a bind". Asked what kind of "bind". Said he had gotten a ticket on the interstate coming home. Asked "How bad?" He said "Coulda been a lot worse."
I asked "Whatta you mean?" He told me he saw the trooper coming from the other direction and immediately pulled over and waited for him to get to the next exit, turn around and come get him because he KNEW what was in store.
Trooper asked him if he knew how fast he was going, and brother told him, "No sir, my speedo only goes to 110." Since he had pulled over immediately and not further pissed the trooper off, and was more than apparently repentant for his stupid ass actions (and perhaps - I dunno, because the trooper didn't want to go through the paperwork for lockin his ass up) he let him off with a ticket for 85. At twenty over here, you go to the pokey. After hearing his tale out, I told him flat out "Bro, if I KNEW anyone that could help you beat a 117 mph speeding ticket, I wouldn't." Thing is, had he been even just REASONABLY stoopid, with the cooperation he provided he probably would have gotten off with a warning.
Be polite. Be cooperative. But don't let them get away with anything either.
Since the original post confessed he KNEW he was wrong, and that the officer was right, I don't see how that "is letting them get away with anything." Just a different take on things, I reckon.
Kind of like the time I got a ticket for following too close and being the fastest car on the road. The judge looked at the cop and said, "which is it?".
The Officer didn't know that they were mutually exclusive and cancelled each other out. He thought he was really socking it too me. The judge just shook his head and wished me a nice day.
I thought it was almost impossible to get a carry permit in MA.
THAT'S the kind it pays to fight and is right to fight. Same lil bro in above story was squirrel hunting with a 16 gauge shotgun in the "between" dog and gun seasons on my Dad's land. Gung ho game warden (well known and hated by the local magistrates for his anal attitudes) came "slipping" down on my Dad's place. Brother saw him from a couple of hundred yards away. When he reached the tree my brother was leaning up against, bro said "Hello" and scared the piss out of him. Game warden asked him to see what kind of load he had in his shotgun, bro broke open the action (single shot) and it ejected the No. six shot shell. Bro bent over to pick it up, and a 12 gauge shell buckshot shell fell out of the vest pocket. 16 gauge shotgun, 12 shell. You see the idiocy of the "hunting deer out season" ticket. Long story a bit less long, the GW wanted to look like a badass in court, testified that he found the shell when he searched my bro.
Judge took one look at him, asked if had probable cause to be on private property, GW says "Errr...no...was just 'checking things out'. " Judge asked him if he had probable cause to search bro..."Errr...no...just 'checking things out'." Judge asked if GW had ANY idea in hell (his words) how to fire a 12 gauge load in a 16 gauge shotgun. GW says "Errr...no." Judge took one contemptuous look at the GW and said "Get the hell out of my courtroom! Next!"
Time to fight for your rights is when you're in the right is the moral of my story, I guess.