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That's me, being a cop car. And yup, you guessed it. I got pulled over last night. I debated for a long time, which roads to take home, and apparently I chose the wrong ones. So here's the scene. I was driving last Friday on my way to Cincinnati on a snow white Christmas eve.... Jk. Lame joke, but I couldn't resist. Okay... really, I was driving home and I got pulled over for going super fast. How fast you ask? Brace yourself! 40. Yes, I was going 40 in a 35. And technically, I was on my way to going 35, but I got pulled over before I could slow down enough. See, I was one of those roads that goes from 55 to 35. I was about 100 yards past the new speed limit sign when I got caught. I pulled over and rolled down the window, put both hands on the wheel and waited for the officer to confront me. I didn't make any excuses... because I don't think cops like excuses. I gave him MY license, and my BROTHER's registration, and my BROTHER's OUTDATED proof of insurance. Damnit. Well... I didn't get a ticket. I never do. That's the third or fourth time I've been pulled over and each time they just tell me that I have a clean record so they don't give me a ticket because of that. Hopefully that works forever. But I did get a citation for not having a proof of insurance. Not my fault. All I have to do is show the court that I have a new one and pay like 18 dollars.... before 14 days.... or then I have to pay 200 dollars. I told the officer thanks and have a great night.