My radar detector failed me today. I was coming off of Billie’s Mountain on US-6, right after the passing lanes end, when an UHP trooper in a Dodge Ram was coming the opposite direction. If he’d have been in a Crown Vic, I would have spotted him much sooner, but those Rams are damn hard to distinguish from non-police vehicles. My radar detector didn’t even go off until he was past me, but I saw his lights come on and he pulled to the shoulder to flip a u-turn, so I just pulled over and waited for him–I knew I was busted.
My speedometer needle sticks at around 75 MPH, so I wasn’t sure how fast I was going, but he said he clocked me at 81. He was a nice old guy–only wrote me up for doing 10 over, which saved me $75. The ticket is only $50, so it won’t hurt me too bad. I’m more upset about the blemish on my driving record, which has been clean for quite a while up until now. Eh, time to get a Valentine One.