My grandfather used to fight EVERY traffic ticket, no matter how minor. He'd prepare, make diagrams on large pieces of bristolboard, make models take photographs of the intersection in question, and generally make a big dog and pony show out of a minor traffic ticket. The cop, if he showed at all, would look forlornly at his meager notebook and the judge would usually side with my grandfather, who'd probably gone through $20 worth of trouble for a $10 ticket.
On one infamous occasion (where my father had been sent by granddad to take pictures of the street corner, which were then blown up into 8x10s for all to see) he argued "I couldn't possibly have made an illegal left turn as my shoulder was injured and I am unable to turn the steering wheel enough to complete the turn."
The judge again sided with him, rather than doing the sane thing of taking his license away (since he'd just admitted to not being able to properly operate a car) and let him off the ticket. The cop, floored, walked over and asked "Can I see that?" to the diorama grampa had created. He shook his hand in admiration and walked out.
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Date: 2006-02-09 04:46 am (UTC)On one infamous occasion (where my father had been sent by granddad to take pictures of the street corner, which were then blown up into 8x10s for all to see) he argued "I couldn't possibly have made an illegal left turn as my shoulder was injured and I am unable to turn the steering wheel enough to complete the turn."
The judge again sided with him, rather than doing the sane thing of taking his license away (since he'd just admitted to not being able to properly operate a car) and let him off the ticket. The cop, floored, walked over and asked "Can I see that?" to the diorama grampa had created. He shook his hand in admiration and walked out.
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