This morning on my way to work I got my first speeding ticket in more than 5 years. I was alone on the road — approaching the Golden Gate Bridge — on that final stretch of 19th Ave. in the Presidio that’s after the General Douglas MacArthur Tunnel and before the underpass. The road has no business being a mere 45. I knew the CHP car was going to be there. I had that thought as I sped away from the last traffic light before the GGB as I cruised through the tunnel. But it was one of those fleeting thoughts that’s gone before you can act on it. So sure enough, as I zipped by the parked officer, he pulled out and began to follow me. I slowed down, but it was too late. Nabbed.
So now I have two options:
- Take online traffic school for just $16.95 and have it wiped off my record. Cool stuff.
- Contest the ticket since it says I live in apartment G, which does not exist. I’ve heard of people getting out of tickets when details are wrong.
With 227 horses under the hood, I suppose a ticket was in my cards sooner or later. At least I was only driving at a double-digit speed.