A true story about the time I got caught speeding This is the story of the time I was pulled over for doing almost 70 in a construction area, where the speed limit had been reduced to 55. So I pulled over right away because I'm white and a man with a mustache that only a cop would grow, swung a leg dramatically over his motorcycle and walked up to my passenger window. He leaned into my car and with the smugness if a chess master announcing checkmate he asked me, ""Do you know why I pulled you over, son?"" Of course I did, but who am I to steal an old man's thunder? ""Why did you pull me over?"" I ask. ""My radar gun saw you doing 69 back there, were you aware this is a construction zone?"" ""Yes I was, but I think your gun might be broken."" ""No way, it was calibrated this morning."" ""Well sir,"" I said, returning his smug grin, ""you said your gun saw me doing 69, but you can clearly see I'm alone in here."" He let me go with a warning.