I was driving home today and got a ticket. He said I was going 65 in a 35. I actually didnt realize that- I was just going around a sloooow moving truck. So Get around him and see a motorcycle cop at the base of the bridge and I know I was cooked.
He asked me for my license, registration and insurance. I told him my license was in the back seat, in my briefcase and I would need to get out and get it. I told him I had a gun in there as well.
He asked me if I had a permit and I said yes, and he said ok, get your wallet. I did, gave him the license and asked if I needed to get insurance and registration. He said no, no need, it comes up on the computer.
He gave me a ticket for nine over, which seemed ok to me. He said my name seemed familiar and I said NRA? Traffic court? Bingo. He had seen me there. I told him he would see me there again soon, we both had a lagh and I was on my way.
Pretty painless, and quick. Nice guy.