Once, while driving on US 441 in route to my mother’s former home on the Satilla River delta, I was pulled over by the county police. I hadn’t noticed that they’d moved five miles further out from Dublin the drop in speed limit from 65 to 55. When the cop behind me turned on his lights, I was going 63 in the right lane and expected him to move left and proceed at speed to whatever event caused him to activate his lights. When he didn’t, I pulled over onto the shoulder and stopped. He pulled in behind me. Shortly after, a second police car pulled over in front of my car. As the first officer approached from the rear, the other approached from the front, hand on his holstered weapon. I lowered my window and the first officer asked me what I thought the speed limit was for that piece of the roadway. I replied, “65.” The second officer said something which I could not discern, returned to his vehicle and left. The first officer explained to me that the reduction in speed limit had been moved. I professed that I hadn’t notice. He deduced that to be the reason that I hadn’t immediately pulled over when he activated his lights behind me. When I told him that my destination was my mother’s residence, he relaxed a bit. He chatted with me awhile, but still wrote me a ticket. The second police officer had stopped, thinking that I was refusing to cooperate and left as soon as he realized that I was just another motorist caught by the change in speed limit for that stretch of road.
If there'd been GoFundMe back then, I would have helped on the ticket.
