In my 75 years of driving, I have never once gotten a traffic ticket. After learning how to drive in my hometown of Piedmont, South Dakota, which was a small farming town back then, I joined the army so I could see the world.
While I was deployed, I would get letters from a traveling nurse I met on a base in Louisiana. Our letters grew more personal and eventually, we decided to get married and settled down in New York City, where we happily raised our four children. I worked as a taxi driver in those early years, and even though you don’t need a car to live comfortably in NYC, I always did a lot of driving for my work.
I grew tired of the stop and go in New York and began driving commercial trucks for a living until I retired ten years ago. Ever since, I’ve been back to work, but this time driving for Uber, as I missed being able to drive during the day.
One day, I opened up the mail to find a citation for speeding. Now, as you can imagine, I was flabbergasted. In all my years of driving, never once have I even so much as rolled through a stop sign, let alone drive 85 mph in a 40 mph zone as I was being accused of.
I researched more than one NYC traffic ticket lawyer in the hopes of defending myself in court, but before I did, I decided to simply call the police department’s traffic ticket division to see if there had been a mistake. I couldn’t just pay the $250 fine and have my perfect driving record ruined now, could I?
After spending more than 3 hours on the phone, the police asked me to come down to their office to discuss the case. They showed me a video of a white ford pickup whizzing down the George Washington bridge and asked me if it was mine. As it turned out, someone had switched my Oldsmobile’s license plates with theirs, and that was why I received a traffic ticket in the mail!
At that point, the ticket had already been issued, so I had to go into court and explain to the judge what happened. Fortunately, a member of the NYPD traffic division spoke on my behalf and the judge found in my favor. I don’t know how many years of driving I have left in me, but you can be sure my driving record will be perfect when it finally comes time to stop.