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I had something like 17 speeding tickets by the time I was 18. The traffic court judge and I were on a first name basis. He had my license more than I did. My worst offense ever? About 1999, coming home from visiting my future wife for the weekend, going from Eugene to SF. At 2 am Monday morning I hit the sage brush flats south of Yreka at about 130 mph. Had to be at work at 0630. I-5 is straight as an arrow and flat as a billiard table for maybe 10 miles there. With a full moon you don't even need headlights. I look in the rear view mirror on the Z28 and there are headlights coming down an on ramp a couple miles back. I coasted down to 70 by the time the CHP caught up with me. He was never able to clock me at a stable speed. I thought I was going to need bail money. He warned me and sent me on my way.I don't get warnings any more nor do I get reduced fines if I go to the clerk instead of the judge. Back in the day(s) I thought speeding tickets were just a high performance tax. Even though I don't drive like that anymore I still have a three page driving record and I haven't been pulled over in better than 10 years.