Wyoming is probably no worse than most other places. My bad luck to be where I was when I was with out-of-state plates.
I had followed a little red car for miles on a two-lane windy road about 10 miles under the speed limit. When we hit a long straightaway, I sped up and passed. Wa-a-a-a-ay down the road in front of me was a line of about 6 cars. I was back in my lane well before we passed each other. The front car was a State Policeman. He turned, followed and stopped me, to the tune of $78.
In just over 50 years of driving, I have had four tickets. Two of them I deserved, two of them I didn’t. This is one of them that I didn’t deserve.
Because of the incongruity, in this case, of getting a letter from the “Justice Court” I have kept the paperwork hanging on my wall for a lot longer than I should have (13 years).
“The front car was a State Policeman.”
Whoops.
I hate when that happens.
I did something quite similar right here in my home town - passed a slowpoke, really dragging his heels and holding up traffic, albeit in a no passing zone.
I neglected, however, to look in the rear view mirror before I did so.
Had I been more observant, I would have noted the police cruiser directly behind me.
Traffic ticket.
Once in a while, it’s timing that counts.