As the roads of Bridlington became congested with striking public sector workers who’d decided to spend the day at seaside, a speed camera van appeared at the end of our street. In the three years since the police parking space was created I have only seen it used twice. Such a rare sight is it that, as I left Brid for the quiet of the city, I was distracted to the point where I inadvertently increased my speed. Looking at the van and moaning about strikers I crept up to 36mph in a 30 zone. A notice of intended prosecution was waiting for me when I got home yesterday. I’m thoroughly appalled with myself, especially as I’ve managed to keep a clean licence for so long. Its more galling because I don’t speed, I like to enjoy the journey, so this has ticked me off quite a bit. It’s a pity the camera isn’t there in the early morning when the lorries are speeding along the road, but hey ho can’t have everything. Apparently if I’d only been doing 35 then I would have ‘got away with it’ perhaps I should have slammed on the brakes like everyone else instead of worrying what would happen to the car up my arse…
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