I got a damn ticket...
Here's my story, you decide how you want to handle your ticket.
Waaaaay back in 1973 during my younger and crazier days, I got a phone call telling me the new '74 TransAm I'd ordered had been delivered and was ready for me to pickup. Naturally I'm really in a hurry to go get it after work. At the time my daily driver was a really stout '69 Swinger 340 with a reverse-pattern manual shift 727 - and no, it didn't get traded in for the T/A.
Anyway, after work I needed to make a left turn out of the company parking lot. Two of my co-workers stepped into the crosswalk to stop traffic so I could make the turn. Just to show off, I jumped on it as soon as I made the turn and lit up the tires big time. Just as I shifted to 2nd and the tires broke loose again, I looked over and there was a cop going in the opposite direction with eyes as big as saucers.
I made a right turn at the next intersection, pulled over to the curb and waited for him. He came around the corner like he was chasing Bonnie and Clyde and almost went passed me. Bottom line: I got a ticket for Exhibition of Speed.
I went to court the day before the court date and got put on the docket. Of course the cop wasn't there. I stood in front of the judge and pled "Guilty with an explanation". I told the truth, the whole truth, and only what the judge needed to know. I told the judge I needed to make a left turn across traffic on a busy street (truth), two of my friends stepped off the curb to stop traffic (truth), I must have had a little dirt on my tires from the construction going on in our parking lot (truth), and the arresting officer must have seen me fishtail a little due to the dirt (what the judge needed to hear).
He hit me with a $25 fine and said, "Next".
Like I said, you do what you need to do.
