I was 19 when I first got pulled over for speeding.
Except I wasn't the car that was speeding. Really, I wasn't.
The cop pulled me over a good two miles away from where he said I speeding. I was nowhere near the intersection he said I was.
I fought it in court. I had a map, I highlighted in one color my route, and in another color his route, and where our cars met, that's where he pulled me over.
After I told my story, and after the cop *insisted* it was me, the judge said the decision would be mailed to me. I was the last one to go before the judge that day. Everyone before me lost their case. I didn't have much hope.
When the letter came I was shaking as I opened it.
But it said...
NOT GUILTY!!!
I was so happy! Because it really *wasn't* me that that cop saw speeding.
For once, justice prevailed.
The bad news is, a couple weeks later I got another ticket (my only other ticket). I did deserve that one however.
