After a foolish youth that lasted about 55 years I've become a staid older gentleman who sticks to the speed limit, ignores the flashing lights of those pressed for time, but hugs the side of the road so they can pass as soon as it is safe, smiling sweetly at the fingers flashed as a reward for good behaviour.
About a year ago the 60kph [about 40mph] limit was extended another kilometre from the town, advertised with a sign about the size of a small dinner plate.
Yesterday I was chatting and didn't notice it, drove on autopilot and was pulled up for driving at the old limit of 80kph [50mph]...
The fat cop and his young pimply mate couldn’t conceal their satisfaction, they had had a most successful afternoon – several hundred at $250.00 a pop.
Oh dear. There are so many worthwhile things that money could have been spent on; increasing the revenue of the transport department isn’t one of them.