Ok, this is my little story of the ticket I didnt get:
I was on Griffin Road in Ft. Lauderdale Florida, when this bad, riced out, homie driven Type Slow Civic, kept flying past me, slowing down, speeding up, you know, to egg me on. Well, I was driving normal, until the Hwy. As soon as I hit the entrance, I dipped to just over 100. Dumb, I know. I realize that now. Well, a Pines area cop hits his lights, and I pull over.
He runs my tag, sees that I live in Weston, a high priced suburb, and that I live at home with Madre y Padre (Im 19, working and going to NSU). He calls the house, tells my father, and lets me walk with a warning.
Lets just say, good I hadnt eaten much that night. I DEF would have shat myself. He said I was doing well over 140, but I wasnt, and I think he was just blowing smoke to scare me.