Some day. :) If it wasn't for some bureaucratic bullshit, I would never have had to venture out into the 117 degree inferno known as spring in Las Vegas. So before I hit the doctor's office, to pick up some paperwork required to satisfy the pencil necked clerk holding up my much needed medical supplies, I went and got me a speeding ticket. And because I'm innocent (until proven guilty), and I fucking hate court far more than any reasonable, law abiding malcontent should, I immediately went and hired myself one of those traffic-ticket lawyers. It's a win-win. You see, even if I lose, pay full amount, get the points, and the judge rapes my cat, at least I didn't have to go to court. It's all uphill from there. And on the bright side, if I get that shit dismissed, I might be able to squeeze in another twenty-five years of ticket-less high-speed motoring.
Deep Purple: "Speed King"
