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Dunno if it's the same, but Gilcrest CO up north of Denver on hwy 85 had a nifty system where the limit suddenly dropped from 55 (this was before the 55 mph nonsense went away) to 35 when you hit the city limits.
There was hardly enough time to slow down between the two signs.
I plead not guilty, had the cop come in to the hearing, challenged him on his knowledge of radar and his last calibration, and just when it looked like I might be getting somewhere, the Magistrate suddenly banged his gavel and said guilty, pay the fine.
In my head I heard the "woo-wooooo whistle and chugachugachugachuga" of a railroad train.
I only did it to show young Son2 how the law worked. Bad example of that, eh?
Heh. "Too many lawyers and not enough welders..."
Still laughing over that one, Bogie,
Terry
