Day Nine: Can't drive 55

Gonna write me up a 125, Post my face wanted dead or alive,
Take my license, all that jive, I can't drive 55!
No, no no, I can't drive... (I can't drive 55!)
I can't drive... (I can't drive 55!)
I can't drive 55! - Sammy Hagar

Waaay back in the day, when Sammy Hagar was not associated with Van Halen, the speed limit was indeed 55 mph. I was nine in 1987 when the speeding limit was changed from 55 mph to 65 mph. I can remember telling my dad not to go over 65 mph because 65 mph was too fast. He would laugh and tell me 65 isn't fast. All this was happening as I sat in the trunk area, of a Dodge LTD station wagon without any seat belts.


21 years later I can still hear my Dad's voice saying "65 isn't fast", and truth be told the only time that I drive 65 mph on the freeway is if there's traffic. So today I was on the 210 west headed to Victoria Gardens for some post Turkey day spending, the weather was clear and dry, unlimited visibility and traffic was light and moving well. All components for me to speed.
Then I get pulled over.

I'm issued a 22349 (a) VC, speeding. Apparently I'm going 90 mph, the officer reduces it to 87. I was hoping that when he pulls up my file, he would see that I work at a correctional facility ie; prison, and let me off with a warning like the other 4 officer have done. But it was not the case. I'm guessing, since it is the end of the month he needs to fill his quota.

I now have several options, appear in court and fight this misdemenor or to pay the fine. Good thing I have until January of next year to think about it.