Here in the city, I often see drivers going five, ten miles over the speed limit. They’ll even fly passed cops sitting on side-streets clocking their speed. Don’t do this when you visit a small town. Small town cops will ticket you. Go ahead, try to sob, beg, or bargain to the man-in-uniform, it won’t work—even if it’s only for one mile over the speed limit—they don’t care. Every ticket given means more revenue for their small town. When I was sixteen, the chief of police of our small town pulled me over. I may not have gotten a ticket that day, but after his verbal shellacking and the embarrassing phone call he made to my dad, I would have rather paid the fine. So needless to say, tread carefully around those small town boys-in-blue. They are tough, tough, cookies.
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