Beautiful day here in Houston today. Got the Box washed at lunch, put the top down, decided to motor through Memorial Park. Couldn't help myself, got the lead foot (super nice windy road). Sure enough, after I get through the chicanes, I get slowed down by construction, look in the rearview, and there's the Man! Motorcycle guy. He motions me over, and I'm sure I'm toast (probably 75 in a 45).
He's a younger guy, walks up to me and asks for the license and reg. Comes back and says "I saw you go by, but you were going so fast, I didn't have time to hit you with the laser! Then you punched it again at the red light. What the hell, I'm letting you off with a warning. Slow down man!"
That's a good day.
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