I've gotten a couple picture tickets in my day... none recently though. I don't think any were as low as 8 over, but none were as high as 30 over either. And yes, I paid them all.
In my much younger days I am sad to say I had more than my fair share of tickets, and was fortunate not to have more. I had (and still have) a Honda Nighthawk 750 and once, many moons ago, tried to see how fast it would go down Crowchild trail. The speedo goes to 240... and it will do every bit of it. No, I didn't get a ticket for that, but when the speed shakes start, the heart skips a beat or two. For some reason I always had songs like "Blaze of Glory" going through my head.... dumbass kids.
The worst ticket I ever got was in my Triumph TR7 convertible. Georgous summer day in the mid 80s and I saw the cop pull in behind me on 53rd street. He followed me for about 12 blocks, through at least 2 stop signs and 1 set of lights. I made sure I came to a complete stop for every single one and never even came close to going over the speed limit. About a half block from my house, he flips the lights on and pulls me over, giving me a ticket for a burnt out tail light. I asked him, in a not so polite voice, why it took him 12 long blocks to figure out I had a burnt out tail light... he never responded. As he was writing up the ticket, my sister leaves the house and sees me, laughing all the way I'm sure. Now I'm really pissed so when he brings the ticket back and goes through the whole explaining crap, I grab it, crumple it up and throw it on the floor. "Anything else?" I ask. He smiled, shook his head and slowly walked back to his cruiser.
Yes, I paid the ticket... but no, I wasn't very happy about it. And no, before the ticket I did not kno w I had a burnt out tail light.
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