I got a speeding ticket. I’ll be blunt. Quiet street, no other traffic, this time did not put the cruise control on and was bee bopping along. Next thing I knew the siren behind me. Pulled over. Was stunned when the cop told me I was twenty one miles over the limit. That’s felony speeding in Arizona, and I could’ve been arrested. When he told me how fast I was going, my reaction was, “Yikes!” The cop, after running my clean license told me just that, I could have been arrested, but he wasn’t going to do that. I could pay the ticket or go to traffic school, which in my silly sense of humor I call, “Naughty Traffic School.”
I still had to pay money, but less than the ticket, no points on the license and no insurance increase.
Four hours on a Saturday morning is a price worth paying. It was held in a small ballroom in a local hotel.
I expected a lot of annoyed, hung over teenagers. Most were older, several war vets, and many had not had tickets for decades, (including me). Others had been to traffic school before.
The teacher, a passionate man, who was tough to interrupt for questions, taught us some useful things about traffic safety. Mostly, it was how much you have to pay attention driving and how most of us drive on autopilot, violate the law and we were caught. Almost a case of, You’re selfish morons, but at least had the smarts to come to this class. He had a sense of humor, but a grim view of American society as selfish and mean.
I did learn some things about defensive driving, but it just made driving more of a hassle and a job.