Insult To Injury

02-07-2011

Hmmm...it's been a while since I posted anything but there are reasons for that. I've been really busy doing so much crap, a sizeable amount of it being stuff I don't want to post about, that I haven't had anything to post about for a while.

Simples!

Thing is today I have something to post about, rant about even.

See two weeks ago as I drove home from having a few catch up drinks with a pal of mine from college I got caught by a speed camera. Thanks very much Fran!

Now I am one of those annoying people that drives at the speed limit, because that's what its for. So much so that if I am using the overtaking lane on a motorway I get a sadistic level of pleasure at drivers behind me who are trying to drive up my exhaust because I am sticking to the limit while I overtake and they seem to think that the overtaking lane has a faster limit than the rest of the road.

It doesn't, both lanes have the same limit. FYI dickheads.

Any road, I've been caught before. Doing sixty-six in a sixty, which to be fair could have been as a result of me sneezing and stepping on the accelerator. But it was over the limit and I got caught, so fair cop. Although it did sort of put to pasture the urban legend floating around that you are allowed up to ten percent in difference. Ten percent of sixty is six, so just take note of that.

I paid the fine, took the points, and made sure to watch the old gauges for the next three years.

In August I would have had a clean license after three years.

Now I will have two more points until 2014, because of these new rat bastard money spinning machines that are the mobile camera vans being used by the Garda to catch people.

Catch people on sections of road that they know they can easily catch folk, as oppose to sitting on motorways and catching whores going at one hundred and fifty most of the way.

See the van was parked nice and sneaky and snapped be doing over the limit. Fair enough, I probably was. Although the speed I am accused of is doing sixty eight, but at the time of the flash I glanced at the needle and according to two of those digital "You're doing this speed" signs if my needle is the in same spot as it was on the night I was caught I am doing sixty two.

But how do you go and prove this in a court? Sorry mister judge, I was doing sixty two in a sixty so I reckon that the camera is incorrect saying I was doing sixty eight.

It's still over the limit, still the same result either way. So I just fill out the form, pay the fine and take the points.

None of this is what I am going to moan about though. The bit that I am going to moan about is that the insult to injury of this entire situation, aside from being four weeks shy of a clean license, is that the Garda department in charge of collecting the fines don't send out pre-paid post envelopes to return the form in.

Every other Government department I have had to deal with, from TV license to motor tax, sends out a pre-paid envelope. But not this one little section, the one that everyone in the country hates dealing with. No, they will give you two points on your license, charge you eighty quid for the pleasure of it and then make you go and paying the poxy postage for the whoresmelt of a thing.

Rat fooking bastards! I mean really, a little nicety to ease the blow of being caught breaking the law? No, nothing? Just me?

Ah forget about it who asked you

Anyone want to take bets on what month I will get caught again in 2014? I'm thinking two days before the points would be gone

Blue_jester

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