By Stephen Maloney, Staff Writer
Let me start off by saying I’m no angel on the road.
I try my hardest to be a responsible and safe driver, but I find myself exceeding the speed limit at least once a week, as I suspect the vast majority of us do.
I have never raced down a residential street at 140 mph, or even at half that speed, but when I’m on the interstate, I do tend to lean on the gas pedal until I’m cruising along at around 65 or 70 mph.
The exception to this rule – and I’m fanatical about this – is when I’m on the Causeway.
I’ve been living in Mandeville on and off since 2001 and that is where I’ve been spending my nights since the storm, so I understand what it is like to commute.
Along with that understanding, I have come to realize that speeding across the bridge is not worth it, plain and simple.
In my younger days, I used to hit 80 mph in between crossovers, which used to be considered safe territory.
I’d zip along and get across the 24 mile bridge in 20 minutes.
Then I started getting tickets, leading to the realization that crossing the bridge at 65 mph takes 24 minutes, meaning I’d have to be willing to risk an approximately $200 ticket to shave a total of eight minutes off of my daily commute.
That’s just not worth it, which is why I stick to 65 mph now, the posted speed limit.
I take my sometimes led-soled right foot out of the equation altogether, opting to set my trusty cruise control at 65 mph and not worry about flashing red and blue lights chasing me down.
Speaking of the flashing lights, I’m not saying the Causeway cops are entirely fascist, but they literally have nothing better to do than find new and better ways to hunt you down and punish you if you even come close to bending any of their Byzantine rules and regulations.
Case in point: the signs reading “Slower traffic keep right,” can be more accurately read as “If we catch you in the left lane and you are not actively passing a car, you will get a ticket.”
The Causeway cops glide around like sharks on their crossovers, just begging the legion of commuters to depress their gas peddles one more fraction of an inch.
“Just go a little bit faster, I dare you,” they seem to be saying.
But it may just be that my perceptions are skewed by my own personal experiences and the fact that at least once a week a Jefferson Parish Sheriff’s Office cruiser rockets past me with immunity, leaving me in a trail of dust even though my cruise control is set at the speed limit.
Come to think of it, people pass me all the time. In the realm of commuters, I’m a granny, but the problem with that is I don’t see all the people who pass me on a daily basis pulled over by the circling cops somewhere down the road.
There seems to be a disconnect between who speeds and who actually gets the ticket.
A while back, I was passed by a car that was doing at least 75 mph, but because the responding cop, who I later found out is nicknamed “the Ticketmaster,” failed to catch up with the speeding Cadillac, he chose to pull me over because I was driving in the left lane.
Literally no one else was on the bridge at the time. Just me, the Ticketmaster and the speeding Cadillac. Go figure.
Anyway, two weeks ago, I’m piddling along at a mere 65 mph, my cruise control firmly set at the posted speed limit, when a string of speeders passed me by.
They disobeyed just about all traffic laws at the same time, weaving in and out of traffic in a no-passing zone while speeding and without the benefit of a turn signal.
It was actually quite flagrant.
The last vehicle was a dark colored Ford F-250, which looks not all that dissimilar from my dark colored Nissan X-Terra when you are going the opposite direction on the northbound span of the Causeway, as the officer who pulled me over was.
Let me make this absolutely clear.
I was doing the speed limit. A string of cars exceeding the speed limit passed me. A Causeway cop traveling on the opposite bridge saw me, even though he was approximately 80 feet away and there were two three foot high barriers between us, and decided to pull me over.
Now, I have never said this in the 11 years that I have been an Eagle Scout, but I’m saying it now: on my Honor, I was not speeding.
I saw the officer slow down as he passed me and watched him accelerate to the nearest crossover, turn around, speed up to my bumper and eventually turn on his lights and pull me over.
At no time, under any circumstances, was I ever exceeding 65 mph.
Put me up in front of a firing squad and I’ll tell you the same thing under penalty of death. I’m quite serious.
It didn’t seem to matter, though, as I ended up getting a ticket for doing 76 mph in a 65 mph zone.
If the officer had informed me that I was doing 67 or 68 mph, I would have chalked it up to an error on the part of my speedometer and prepared to pay the ticket.
As it is, I know to the very core of my being that I was not traveling at 76 mph, so I’m in the process of fighting this ticket.
I want to subpoena the officer’s dashboard camera and force him to show me, and the judge, exactly the frame of film that shows me traveling at 76 mph.
It didn’t happen. He’s wrong and I’m right.
Time will tell if I end up having to pay the fine and take a hit on my insurance, but I’m foolishly optimistic that I will win in the end since I’m not guilty.
Several questions arose later in the afternoon after my blood stopped boiling at the thought of paying a fine for something I didn’t do, mainly if this has happened before.
Has any other commuter ever received an unjust speeding ticket on the Causeway?
Something tells me the answer is yes.
I’m quite sure other people have found themselves in my position.
If so, I’d love to hear from you. Please respond to this blog entry if you want to share your stories of overzealous cops.
I’d love to hear what happened to you, but only if you are truly as squeaky clean in your situation as I am in mine.
I want to know who has fought the Causeway cops and won, as I plan to do.