“Do you know how fast you were travelling, sir?”
You know those trailers the local law enforcement jagoffs use to tell you your speed as your driving along the street? I’m not sure how prevalent these things are outside of major cities, but the PoLeece pull up along the side of the road and drop off this giant box of a trailer that resembles, well, a giant box that has a little digital display on it, underneath which is a sign with the posted speed limit for that area. As you drive by the giant box, it displays your current speed on it’s digital display. If you’re going over the speed limit it flashes you so as to say, “Yo, fucko, keep the speed to the posted minimum or I’ll flash at you a little more.”
I’m sure I’m not alone in my opinion that these are really quite worthless and generally serve to get the opposite response to the one intended, although they’re a fun little novelty as you drive around town. You’re driving in a 35 zone and suddenly the giant box starts flashing “48″ at you. You look down at your speedometer and exclaim, “Hot damn, I am going 48! Fuck you, too, giant box!”
In fact, I’m sure I’m putting myself in a rather large group when I say that those giant box things, telling me I’m driving 13 miles per hour over the speed limit, well, they make me just want to drive faster. I want to see if when you hit 30 miles over the limit it starts flashing faster than ever and men with guns come out of the giant box to shoot out your tires. I want to see if that thing goes tripple digits. Yeah, I tend to hit the accelerator a wee tad when I see the giant box of speed updating information.
You shouldn’t speed, though. It’s dangerous.
