I'll share this story of my last ticket...
Got a ticket in 2000 on I95, right near the old Vet stadium. Phila cop pulled me doing about 85 in a 55. I had been doing well past 100 just a few miles earlier. I just got my first 944 and forgot about rules for a couple of days... Anyway, I was floored when he advised, "Contest it. o to court, pay you fine, and the points will come off. The city gets it's money, and everyone will be happy..." Honest cop or not, I did what I was told.
So I took a personal day and off to Phila. Traffic Court I went. I arrived in a suit and they walked me around the metal detectors because the operator assumed I was a lawyer.
Inside the courtroom it was Darwin's waiting room. (me included) All walks of life and all shapes and sizes. One after another, up they went to see the judge. Half of the cases boiled down to, "Do you have receipts to show you made the repair to your truck? No more tar pots overturning, please!" Most guys had no receipts, and they were nailed on the spot. Pay up! I could hear them being played out by an imaginary combo, like the Tonight Show band with a hangover.
My number did not come up, and His Royal Heinous went on lunch. During lunch, the Bailif offered plea deals to all sinners of the speeding ilk, and when the judge returned to the bench, he pronounced a group reprimand and bade us all to "Slowdown. We don't want to see you back here again!"
That was my last ticket.