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They see me rolling

Oh the good people of the City of Tempe, such avid photographers, are always practicing with unsuspecting models. Well, it flatters me so, when they keep coming back to me for candid photoshoots. 

A City of Scottsdale van once flashed me (and not in the better sense of that word) while speeding, but I never got that ticket in the mail. For some reason I always seem to get caught in Tempe. 

The first photo happened at night time, coming back from Cinco de Mayo festivities. And let me say that you know you’ve been flashed because the whole street lights up. The second photo I didn’t even noticed till I got it in the mail. That photo is the one that resulted in traffic school, which I somewhat enjoyed.

I decided to take the Spanish class because dammit it all, if I was going to pay $178, I was going to at least brush up on my Spanish. The class was fun, mainly because the people in the class took it as more of a therapy session than a class. Everyone was just kinda venting about their particular offenses and how it was not right, and everyone does it, etc, etc. The teacher, who seemed rather strict at first, was more than willing to let people rant and ask questions that sometimes prompted her to say, with a laugh, that “maybe they should seek legal advice”. Overall an enjoyable experience, with constant laughter, which is more the exception than the rule, from what I hear of others that have gone to traffic school. 

I guess no one at the class had yet seen one of these speed, red-light photo tickets, so everyone was looking at mine. They were thoroughly impressed, saying things like  “Oh, it’s really clear, definitely you!” which is exactly what my mother said when she got the first one in the mail (the car still had North Carolina plates at that point). The class was very informative, and by the end of it I learned that the act of me getting into a moving vehicle is probably a violation against something, like morality or mankind. 

Here are a few handy things to know if you get a ticket in the City of Tempe:

1) If you ignore the ticket, the process server is $27 dollars. He’s a sneaky man, wearing a leather jacket, who somehow has your apartment gate’s code. He’s vicious. He will start screaming your name, for all the neighbors to hear, which will prompt you to open the door out of sheer mortification, should the neighbors think you’re a criminal. 

2) You have to pay those $27 in order to take the class, which is, coincidentally, $7 more than the tickets itself ($171). 

3) You must bring the citation to the class, and a money order. No checks, cash, small children or cockatoos, accepted as payment. 

4) My class was in a hotel, which the teacher pointed out, causes understandable suspicions amongst couples. If your significant other got up at the crack of dawn to go to “traffic school” at a “hotel”, you might be somewhat suspicious too. 

5) If you pay the fine, they will add points to your driving record. 

6) If you go to court and you lose (which you most likely will, having just wasted the judge’s time trying to dodge responsibility) they will add point to your record. 

7) Points on record = higher insurance. Considering I’m already paying ridiculous amounts to insure my car in Arizona, I’d highly prefer to avoid that. 

So there you are, stuck with a ticket, unable to defend yourself against your accuser, seeing as the accuser is a camera. A camera that could very well be malfunctioning. It’s rather unconstitutional if you ask me. 

Yes, yes, I know what you’re thinking, I could’ve just slowed down. But here’s the rub, I don’t even remember speeding. I’m not familiar with the Tempe area. I vaguely remember that on this day, I was trying to find a particular cross street, so I suppose that I must have been paying attention to the street signs rather than the speed, and I was just going with the flow of traffic, not reckless speeding. I was, allegedly, going 51, one mile over the 10 mile threshold. But again, to me that just sounds odd. Why would I be going that fast when I was semi-lost, looking for the right cross street? I would’ve thought I was going relatively slow. I don’t know, to me there’s just something shady about the whole process.  

But you know how that saying goes: when life gives you photo speeding tickets, you make lemonade — or abstract graphics, whichever. So I used the photo mailed to me to put together a little something. Click below to see the whole image. 

I just scanned the image and downloaded some recession chic (free) illustrator brushes, and put it all together along with my handy Arizona license plate. 

Lesson learned: stay out of Tempe.

 

5 replies on “They see me rolling”

patricia, that post was so hilarious and completely made my day!

you raised some strong points– would you really be speeding when you were lost and looking for the proper cross street? i think NOT!

wait they use the cameras for speeding tickets??
they only use them here for running red lights. I was never able to pick up mine and have yet to receive anything else from anybody. We shall see how long that lasts.

Yes. They even have cameras for people who don’t do a complete stop at a red light before turning right. That’s the ticket that the Mayor of Phoenix got a few months back. Is that not absurd?

At least the red light photo thingy takes a picture (even a video) as you are obviously passing the red light.
This one could really snap it at whatever time and say you were going at whatever speed.
It does sound quite fishy! specially at the same spot you got it last time! well thanks for the heads up and the funny entry 😛

Well, to clarify, I got them in the same city but not in the same spot. And yes, there was video of me “speeding” but yeah, it’s not like a red-light one, where you can clearly see whether you ran it or not.

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