Now I’m gonna have to sit in the corner

I have to admit it – I acted like a five-year old child this morning on my way to work.

All over our fine county we have speed radar cameras.  The contract for them was up at the end of 2013 and the county wisely decided not to renew.  Everyone hated those cameras.  Not because we were speeding but because of the idiots who would slow down to twenty miles per hour as they went through the area.  That was more of a hazard than the speeders.  No matter how many times the newspaper printed that a ticket wouldn’t trigger unless you were going more than eleven miles over the speed limit – some fool, right in front of you, would jam on the breaks as if said dunce just realized the cameras were there.  Additionally, you could just flip your visor to obscure the photo.  See, no need to drive like it’s your first day behind the wheel.

Back to me – there is a sign about fifty yards before you get to the camera telling you the camera trap is there (note to whoever is in charge of that – that’s dumb if you’re trying to catch speeders, just sayin’).  This morning, the sign had been covered over in plastic.  WooHoo, I thought . . . and then I had an evil childish thought – I’m going to speed through the area once and for all.

So, I did.

Yep, I barreled through that section of road going far more than eleven miles per hour too fast.  And it felt good, good I say.  I’m a rebel.

Until I saw that police car in my rearview mirror . . .