Back in July received a speeding ticket. I was cited for 66mph in a 55mph zone.
This is the first speeding ticket that I've received in about 18 years, give or take. So I fought it. The last time I fought a ticket was 1994. I won that case.
Today I didn't.
The last law class I had in college taught me the importance of evidence. I knew I didn't have any. My strategy relied on the officer testifying to a fact that I needed to introduce reasonable doubt. He almost gave me what I needed. Almost.
He answered my question truthfully. I do believe that he was truthful. He couldn't remember a detail from July that was inconsequential to his duties, but vital to my defense. That left me with, I believe the legal term here is; buttkiss or maybe that's jackdiddlysquat, for a defense.
So I rested.
And I lost.
If I had to do it all over again, I would still fight the ticket. I recommend you do too. I've lost all faith in the police's basic level of integrity. I think this particular cop was honest, but mistaken. I'm not sure about the honesty of America's police as a whole. The only way citizens have to combat that is in a courtroom. Don't wait till the stakes are high, fight them over every little alleged infraction of every little law. Every. Time.