It’s 1984, I swear
Another ticket. This one in the Hague. 90 in an 80 zone.
36 Euros.
Damn these traffic cameras! Damn their beady, unblinking glass eyes!!!
I can’t take this kind of surveillance. Didn’t anyone tell these fuckers that the totalitarian regime idea went out a long time ago.
I cannot take it. I am going to revolt. However, thanks to the obnoxiously voyeuristic Dutch government, the revolution WILL be televised.
I am accepting bids for advertising rights.
How the hell did you get your Justy to go that fast?
Here’s a potential end-around: http://www.backstreetinline.com/photoblocker/
Ha. I love it. “Protect yourself against the unscrupulous ticketing practices.”
Damn the governments and their unscrupulous ticketing practices! I will use technology to defeat them!
While we’re on the subject, I remember more than a few rolling stops at 4-ways around Nottingham High.
I like to think of the many ways that I have grown up since college, and my driving is one of them. I had two accidents after college, both minor fender benders, and then decided I needed to stop being a moron and actually pay attention when driving. Since then I have not had an accident.
At some point before we left for the Netherlands all the points on my insurance went off and I finally got into the lowest insurance bracket and it was nice to feel the difference in my monthly bill. Instead of being anally raped every month on auto insurance, it was more like a gentle proctology exam.