Speeding ticket

[86GT]

Anyone care to share their highest mph speeding ticket score?
I say score because a copy of mine was posted on a bulletin
board at the magistrate’s office in Forest hill on Ardmore blvd.
It had a little sign above it that said “ the winner is”.
Anyway, my official high score was “In excess of 148”.
I can laugh about it now but that was before I met Timmy.
(My speed merchant) That was back when I called BlackBess
“Bessy” & I knew it was truly a slug. In my past I’ve owned a
69 GTO & a 67 RS/SS Camaro that seemed to pull pretty hard.
I would have to say that music has helped with my unhealthy
addiction to speed. So, Wadda ya got?
BTW “Bessy”, like the milk cow.

[Jeff95TA]

I've somehow managed to go 34 years without a speeding ticket!

[somethingclever]

Going to be tough to beat 148.

So what was the posted limit and what were the repercussions?

[Terminated]

I've gotten one and only one speeding ticket, 81 in a 55 on 79s just before the Sewickley bridge, in my Super Coupe in 2002. Expensive enough (at that time) to either not speed, or do it more wisely!

[Fast Gypsy]

My story is a little bit different. My dad bought his first new car in 1956. It was a black and white 56 Buick Century. It was our go to church car. He rented a garage a couple of houses down. He drove a 1940 Plymouth 4 door to work. One night he and mom went shopping. I was home with nothing to do and that's when I had a "Brain Storm". I'd take it out to Rt 51W. towards the Ohio line and see how fast it would go. The speedometer went up to 120MPH. Well, guess what, it went 120.MPH. I took it home and parked it in the garage just before they came home. I thank "GOD" everyday because if he knew what I had done, he would have killed me.

[86GT]

First I have to ask Mr. Jeff95TA have you been driving for more than 34 years ? Did you get any tickets
when you were younger? I’m pretty sure “me mum” drove for 68 years without a speeding ticket. To all
those that think I must drive like a maniac I have never hit another vehicle with my car. I have hit 2
deer in my life. I was a professional driver for quite a while, still have my CDL. While my father would
tell me he that I must have had the record for totaling the most cars in my youth, he might have finished
with more than me. I did have 2 accidents while on the clock years ago. Once in Cleveland Oh. I had a fuel
freeze up problem. While stopped & getting my reflective triangles out someone plowed into my vehicle. I
was taken to the police station along with the hitter only to be apologized by the shift commander that you can’t
cause an accident when you’re not moving. I feel lucky that the guy hit my truck & not me. The patrolman
couldn’t figure that one out by himself? The second one also happened in the winter. It was snowing bad,
I was driving north on 19 in WV, between Summerville & 79. It was late at night maybe even early morning,
hardly any traffic. There was someone following me for quite awhile. I remember slowing down quite a few
times on the straights hopping he would pass. Sometimes he would be on my bumper, sometimes he would
drop back almost enough to lose sight of him. Anyway one time when he was way back I crested a hill & see
an accident ahead. I guess it had happened a while before because there was stopped traffic & police with
their lights flashing. I’m 4-waying & slowing to the best of my abilities even using some shoulder hoping
for some traction. (Hitting someone with a truck could kill them) I stopped safely & while thanking the
Lord, wump, the truck shuddered. The serviceman on leave(with his TV in the front seat) had hit me.
I was stopped but this time I was in the driver’s seat. Guy wants to talk to the police to ascertain blame,
won’t believe my opinion. When the police get traffic moving & one can deal with something other than
the original accident I explain what are deal is without saying who was driving which vehicle. He tells to
be on my way & starts talking to the other guy.
As far as the “in excess of 148” a bunch of points & no driving for 6 months. After the 6 months l
had to retake my driving test. Luckily I hadn’t been driving a truck for a few years when this happened,
living the bike shop dream. I go to take my test down on 366, guy won’t even get in the car until I take
some cassette tapes off the floor of the passenger footwell. I figured he he still pissed about how I said
things like “truck on wedge” & things like that before saying the correct answer on the verbal part of
the test. He has me park next to a guardrail close enough that I can’t open my door, what is that skill good
for? Do a 3 point turn here. I say you don’t need to make one here. He just looks at me, so I hang a u turn
put the car in reverse back straight back up & pull straight forward again. Onto the road test, I’m using my
turn signals & obeying the rules while he’s asking me what I’m doing, turn around here, why did you
slow down there? The speed limit had changed near New Ken, things like that. We get back & he tells
me I passed with a 95. I asked what did I mess up? Debris in the footwell. The only way those tapes
would get to my side would be in a wreck. Between Cindy & me we’ve only had one front wheel drive
vehicle so transmission humps. Turns out the slight limp was caused by a missing leg. God Bless you
sir. Then I had to take a class. The deal was they sent you booklet, it was magazine size. They tell
when to come down to get tested, turns out no class they had spent so much time on that booklet
that if read that you were good to go. All questions are answered in their booklet, sound familiar?
So I’m down there in a room full of fellow losers & one teacher. As I take the test everyone is turning
pages racing ahead of me. I know I’m no rocket scientist (though my next youngster brother works
at the JPL) but I’m not used to being last in class. The last part deals with examples of situations
taken directly from the booklet. Only now you have figure out what the deal is with one of the other 2
or 3 cars in the example, so you had to understand what the rules & laws apply. Anyway I put my head down,
quite thinking about being last & I finish the test. What do you know, I’m the first person done. I
turn in the test & the teacher starts to grade it. He motions for me to come over, no one else is on the
back page of the test yet. Not very nicely he says “You got them all right, why are you here?”
I’m floored, I stammered out “the State Police told me I had too.” He then says that he’s a State cop &
I was wasting my time, his time & some other things I didn’t understand, ending with have a nice
day. I haven’t heard from the the state police since. Which is nice because back in the day a state
cop named Rollie would call MY HOME about the company I worked for not getting all the tax stickers
& permits required by law. I’ll give you a ticket anytime I see you, he would say. I know I would
reply.

[PaxtonShelby]

One ticket in my life in 1990 on a 2-lane NY backroad going 70 in a 55 in my 1988 GT at 2am. Never paid it - so they sent me a letter. I “fought it” saying I had just bought the car and because the PO had swapped the rear gears my speedo was off and I didn’t know it. Complete lie but I had no money and had to get creative. 2 months later I get a letter back from them - they dropped the points and took $100 off the fine so I only had to pay like $70.

Got a warning at school in South Bend in 1988. 1am. I was in Dad’s ‘68 LTD 2-door 390 with a high school buddy. That car ran pretty hard. Some douche in a V8 late 70’s Camaro pulled up next to me at a light and revved the crap out of it. Light goes green and I give him the hit. He gets out 2 cars on me and once I get rolling I blast past him at about 70mph in a 45. A minute later the flashing lights go on. Oops. I tell my buddy to shove all the full and empty Busch 16oz cans under the front seat and tell him if he says one word to the cop I’d make him walk home. I was loaded but he was worse. I pull over and somehow escape with only a warning. Lucky for me because I had been drinking at a buddy’s place since class at 4pm...then went to the local (awful) strip club for a couple hours where the drinking continued and I may have made out with this punk-ish stripper (yes Dan she was a good looking female). She put an ice cube in her (yep...down there in front)...then put it in her mouth...then walked right up to me, grabbed my crotch and made out with me, shoving the ice cube into my mouth in the process. Anyway...my point is I was shitfaced and to this day I have no idea how I didn’t get arrested that night.

[86GT]

The fines on that were not that bad IIRC maybe two or two & a half each. It was
between Penn Hills & Monroeville on the parkway eastbound. What do you spend
going to the track? Getting ready to go to the track? Going out to dinner? You
should see what I spend going to a Pirates game. I go to more than 20 a year.
Again, not a rocket scientist. As far as the fines go, when I was younger I would
ride “sport bikes”. Go for 350 or so mile rides on most Sundays. Remember some
of those miles were to get away from Pgh. traffic. I remember getting hassled by
the man in Oh. No one had gotten a ticket yet but the trooper was checking papers.
One of the guys never had his shit together, I know, why ride with someone like
that. He rode a tubo750 Kaw. Maybe no current reg. or something like that.
Another guy was quite the debater, older & looked like this guys father (maybe lol)
He was trying to to deflect for young Matt. By the end the cop was apologizing & saying
that speed limits were for little old ladies in old crap cars & spending money on those kind
of tickets were kind of a premium user few, stuff like that. I have never had to pay
more in insurance because of a speeding (any) ticket. Though Usaa wouldn’t carry
me when I got Bess until I didn’t have a speeding ticket for a couple years. Still
my guys, even use their collector division for the 2 Mustangs.

[86GT]

​117MPH over the speed limit. Now that’s really cooking.

[Jeff95TA]

First I have to ask Mr. Jeff95TA have you been driving for more than 34 years ? Did you get any tickets
when you were younger?

That's total years driving. Was pulled over twice and given a warning each time. Only ticket was a bogus "U turn" in MD when heading to the hotel after the recording of the Pinks episode with the Pittspeed 240Z.

Knock on wood. Hell, sledgehammer that wood!

[Dan B.]

...then went to the local (awful) strip club for a couple hours where the drinking continued and I may have made out with this punk-ish stripper (yes Dan she was a good looking female). She put an ice cube in her (yep...down there in front)...then put it in her mouth...then walked right up to me, grabbed my crotch and made out with me, shoving the ice cube into my mouth in the process. Anyway...

Cindy says you aren't allowed over to play anymore.

[PaxtonShelby]

Cindy says you aren't allowed over to play anymore.

To be fair, I had just broken up with a girlfriend of 2 years and hadn’t yet started dating Beth. Not sure if that will get me un-blackballed or not.

[CobraII]

I'm trying to think of all of mine... 55 in a 35 in 1985 in Penn Hills, because the '71 Super Beetle needed to go downhill fast to get up the other side.
55 in a 35 on Greensburg Pike in my sister's car in 1991.
Barney got me with an LX Fox body at Holden Beach, NC, 56 in a 35 in 1993 but I call BS. Not arguing with the man who was wearing sunglasses with the mirrors on the inside of the lenses.
1999 or 2000, going to fall Carlisle, coming down the hill a few miles before the Sideling Hill rest stop, the radar man was in the westbound lanes, and there was a trooper waving miscreants like me over. 71 in a 55.
2000 or 2001, there is a stretch of Route 22 in WV or just over the Ohio line where the speed limit drops from 55 to nothing, and Barney sits right where it drops. I think that was 60 in a 40, something like that.
I was good until going to pick up my G Body July 4, 2017. I borrowed my buddy's Ram and open trailer. I crested a hill, and the gravity coupled with my right foot had me at 81 in a 65. The Ohio trooper was cool, asked a few questions about what I was getting when I said I was picking up a car. He knocked it down to a registration violation for my buddy's trailer being out.