Toward the end of every month[1] on his way in to work he would see them setting up the speed trap at the bottom of a hill on a deceptively winding residential street. On the way home he would know it was coming. He'd hold scrupulously to the speed limit with, for instance, the 22-year-old girl in a huge new Cadillac 2 feet off his back tire. Until about 100 feet before you could see the speed trap. Then he'd pull over and wave her by.

Usually he'd wave to them on the way by. The cops just smiled and shook their heads.


[1] When officers were trying to make their ticket quota.