Did you hear about this Mid-Eastern European who moved to UK and was married to 6 women ( talk about polygamy!
I have difficulty keeping one happy...) and was arrested after 16 counts of speeding within a month and his license was taken away from him and he was facing a prison sentence...?
His defense in court was that, since he has 6 wives in 6 different locations in the city, he had to take two lunch breaks and had to come to work an hour early and stay an hour late to finish work.
He was, as alleged by him in his defense, visiting two of his wives during the breaks, two before and after work, and would spend the night with one of them, in rotation during the week.
He pleaded clemency on sympathetic grounds, as in his opinion the government should consider his efforts to keep his spouses content, along with fulfilling his duties at work.
He got a suspended sentence, and was allowed to drive conditionally, provided he used the privilege only to commute from his various homes and work.
Believe It Or Not!
Anyways to the speeding issue:
Hypothetical Scenario No. 1.
You are speeding down a stretch of road, and you are caught on numerous cameras, slowing down for traffic and speeding up again. BUT, you are not stopped by any trooper.
Soon you get the summons to appear in court for each and every picture taken by the cameras in different locations.
You appear in court, and the magistrate is about to throw the book at you, for multiple offense.
Your Defense:
A family emergency, the gravity of which should be directly proportion to the number of clicks you were above the speed limit, and then some. And since no official informed you about your offense, while you were committing it, you can claim ignorance and oversight, by virtue of per-occupation of your mind, by virtue of anxiety of the situation at home.
In fact you slowing down for traffic would aid you, ‘coz that displays an instinct of self preservation, and your moral instinct, not to jeopardize the lives of innocent drivers and pedestrians, even when you were experiencing the mental trauma of the emergency, thus portraying you as somewhat of a hero.
You may just be able to get away with one offense (the key-word here is “MAY”, and depends how convincing you are to the presiding judiciary).
Hypothetical Scenario No. 2.
So there you are, merrily testing out the new remap of the ECU, clipping 90 in a 50 zone. This trooper, who has nothing better to do than to hand out tickets to innocent speedsters, pulls you over and hands you a ticket and shaves point off your license.
So while this up-tight individual is walking back to the cruiser, you decide to show the authorities that your set of wheels are the faster than anything they got on the force, and burn rubber, not much, just a little bit, and take off again to reach the speed you were at, before being so rudely accosted.
What you are not aware of, & don’t expect is the fact that this trooper, instead of trying to catch you again, radios ahead to his buddy, of you eminent approach.
Now when you do not see headlights in the rear-view mirror, and are just beginning to smile about how you got the better of the sod behind you, you see, not 500 mtrs. later, in the beams of your headlight something sharp, shiny spread across your path and a spotlight shining in your direction and a uniformed figure crouching behind a car, pointing a gun at you.
You don’t wanna get shot, since you have your in-laws waiting for dinner at your place, and it just would not be appropriate if you pulled up in an ambulance with a drip and an oxygen mask, instead of showing up in your buggy with the low profile radials you just installed today, to show off to “Dad”.
And that spike strip is not gonna let you save anything of your latest investment on your ride.
So, you slow down and stop and curse under your breath, as more points are shaved off.
By now you are really miffed, as the license is handed back, and you wanna make up for the lost time, as you at least wanna escape the wrath of your better half, for arriving late, just on the weekend her parents decided to award you the benefit of their presence.
So off you go, on your merry way, clipping as usual, and just as you are about to slow down and turn into the lane reaching up to your manor, the **#**^%&* camera you forgot about, since you had a load on your mind, clicks a beautiful shot of you doing 80 in a 40 zone.
In this case you are up the proverbial creek, sans the proverbial paddle, as these are 3 offenses, the only way, you can get away with it is if the magistrate is the father-in-law you were rushing home to meet, and if he maintained an extremely for giving disposition.
Enough said.
And m sure, you gonna limit the number of characters for me, or just plain simply ban me…… ;(
Well, what can I say………..
Picasso