Needless to say, I was annoyed. My annoyance grew when my roommate was stopped along the same stretch of road. He was going 45 in a 25. My roommate feigned ignorance by claiming that he didn't know what the speed limit was. This was, of course, a bald-faced lie. Keep in mind that he's my friend - meaning that he's heard me tell my tale more times than Catholics and football coaches say "hail mary!" But the police officer just lets him off with a warning. A WARNING!! The short brown man with a goatee gets off with a warning.... in WEST VIRGINIA!!
Well, three days later, I'm driving down this road again (why I don't avoid this path to class is beyond me) when I see not one, but TWO "Speed Limit 25" signs. Now either my roommate had a more profound effect upon the Morgantown traffic police than I ever could have imagined, or other people have used my particular defense before and the folks at the county courthouse are getting annoyed. Personally, I like to think that this is all because of me - they heard my defense eight months ago, and they just now got around to putting up the signs.
Whatever happened, it's a stupid speed limit for this particular road. It's technically within the Morgantown city limits, but the road resembles a country road with houses on it more than a city street. A speed limit of 35mph would be more reasonable, and I think the traffic cops know this. They want to catch people driving at a reasonable (but still illegal) rate. We high-velocity villains must be stopped.
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