Maybe you are like so many people:
You know every speedtrap, cop hangout, and fuzzbuster shop in your city.
Oh, you're not one of those reckless, thoughtless drivers who speed all over your hometown, but maybe, say for the sake of argument, you like to tear around Pinecrest doing 42 on a 30 mph road.
Hypothetically, you understand. I myself NEVER EVER go above 30 mph. Miss Law & Order, that's me. I am also a proud contributor to the Police Booster Society. I love me some cops!
(Are they gone, yet?)
So, it was with great astonishment that I saw one of these little geegaws tucked discretely in a side street here in Miami, not too far away from the Clots Christmas House, in fact.
Now, Pinecrest police are super nice, not like City of Miami police who can be rather full of their own power; City of Coral Gables coppers who stop you if you merely give them eye-contact; City of South Miami finest who ticket you if so much make a rolling stop at a 4-way stop sign; or Miami Beach police who are way way too lenient, and really should crack the whip down hard on that pillock midget, Ludacris.
(I haven't a bad word to say about Miami-Dade County police. Oh, they've stopped me all right, but each time, I was able to con, I mean!, worm myself out of the ticket)
But usually, you know, the cops are actually there to issue citations, and the like.
This gadget above, which I presume clocks your speed, takes a photo of your licence plate, which is then used to send you a speeding ticket to your residence address, THIS worries me.
I can't charm a radar gun, bat my eyelashes at an aluminium casing, or flash my pearlies and cleavage at the cute officer, even though it might be a lady cop (please, like they're so heterosexual).
Just looking at it, all impersonal, humourless, and possibly uncorrupt, gives me the creeps.
I will be avoiding this road from hereoin.
It's George Orwell 1984 come to life, people. Be afraid, be very afraid. And eavesdrop at Dunkin Donuts.