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Actually, it's a little more complicated than that. Last month, a cop pulled me over, ostensibly for having expired tabs on my license plates. The thing is, though, that I had the tabs with me in the car; I just hadn't stuck them on yet. I even showed them to the officer. I found out later that they can't give you a ticket for expired tabs if you have them with you. On the other hand, it was 11:30 PM on February 28, and this guy was staring at the bleak end of one of those monthly quotas to the existence of which nobody in law enforcement will admit. So he claimed I was going 43 mph in a 30 mph zone, just so that his last traffic stop of the month wouldn't be a waste of his time.
Let me assure you that there is no way I was going 43. My wife, who was riding shotgun at the time, will back me up. Both of us would, in fact, testify to that fact in a court of law, under oath, with a .10 blood-sodium pentothal level, wired to a bank of polygraphs in a dumpster full of Bibles. But we're not going to, because it won't do me any good. Here's why: when I went in to set up this court date, the court officer warned me that "[my] record will be used against [me]."