Good Morning Gentle Readers,
Saw four or five Boys in Green lurking behind the hundred & fifty year old oak tree on Temescal Canyon Road recently. Their murdercycles were blocked from view by a block wall, half way up the concrete driveway of the old firehouse, lined up in platoon formation. Ready to zap and zip.
John Law's radar gun was well hidden behind the thick trunk of the tree. He was the thickness of a rolling paper away from an illegal speed trap, but there he was, joking with the other motor officers, waiting for light to change. Waiting for the oncoming traffic.
They'd already nailed a thirty-something chick in an old, dull gray Honda. All she wanted to do was drop the kids at the junior high school and get on to her slavin' job to get her pay. Effectively, that check will be about 70% lighter this week, on account of a $350.00 ticket for being maybe ten over. Couldn't have been much more than that, it's only a few hundred feet from the light to the speed trap. Kids'll be late to school, she'll be late to work. No matter.
It ain't about safety. It ain't about traffic flow. If it was about serving the public, those motor officers would have been directing traffic a mile down the road at the three way signal by the junior high school, where traffic knots up like the four-level in LA.
Directing traffic may serve the motoring public, but it doesn't do jack for the county and city coffers. Radar tickets are the perfect scam, an easy, lazy way to tax the public. Write a hundred tickets in a morning and you've generated a cool thirty five grand.
DISCLAIMER: This isn't a personal beef, TWC was not ticketed.