Danger Zone My Ass

32. Speed-Limit-Enforced-by-AircraftI’m sorry, but I have to call bullshit on those signs that claim they are monitoring my speed from the sky.  I’ve been caught in speed traps, bested by radar guns, and pulled over by a dozen versions of Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane, but in all my years of willfully ignoring big brother’s guidelines on the rate of forward progress, I’ve never encountered a ticket wielding Maverick and Goose.

Maybe I’m wrong.  Perhaps I don’t routinely travel roads frequented by barnstorming County Mounties.  No.  With my luck, I’d get a ticket from a deputized extraterrestrial if ever such a program were approved by congress.

I give you props for creativity John Q Law, but until I see an actual traffic stop, I’ll continue to channel Sammy Hagar circa 1984.  No one can drive 55.  It’s science.