We live right by a speed trap. Literally. In fact the police line up on our street, sometimes four motorcycles and two police cars, and shoot their radar guns and start pulling drivers over one by one, causing our cul-de-sac street to fill up very quickly as they write tickets right and left. I googled "speed traps in name of my city" and sure enough that speed trap, amongst others, came up. Obviously for privacy, I'm not listing the name of my city, but trust me, it is a speed trap, though I'm not sure what the police would call it.
It gets people because you go up this hill at 35 miles an hour, but right at the top of the hill are the blinking lights announcing the speed goes down to 25 miles an hour once you crest the hill for two blocks. We're the third block down. It is easy to be doing the hill at 35-40 miles an hour and crest the hill not slowing down; you need to start slowing down before you hit the signs for 25 miles an hour right shortly before you go over the hill. Everyone goes fast up and down the hill, except for those of us that travel it a lot or perhaps those that have gotten "dinged" with a ticket.
The police are random when they are out there doing their stops. It can be as early as seven in the morning til as late as six in the evening if it is still light out there. Sometimes there are the large numbers like I mentioned above, sometimes there are only one or two vehicles, rarely one. Sometimes they stay for 15-20 minutes, sometimes an hour or so. Sometimes they are there every day for a week at different times, sometimes there are weeks between them being out there.
Sometimes there will be tow trucks called to tow away cars (I'm figuring people driving on suspended licenses or other such infractions).
Pretty much until about six weeks ago they never ran speed traps on Sundays, but lately randomly they've started to do so. So today driving home from church around 11:20 as we crested the hill, I saw the familiar sight of a man in the middle of the road, i.e., policeman flagging the person he has caught on his radar gun speeding to pull into our cul-de-sac so I said to hubby "police" which he wasn't speeding going over the hill, but did gently tap his brakes to slow down a bit and we pulled into our cul-de-sac to see 3 motorcycles parked across the street and three drivers having tickets written.
When we went out about an hour later at 12:30 to take Koda for his car ride (yes he is that spoiled), the police were still working which wasn't that unusual since sometimes it will be an hour that they will work. What was unusual was when we got back about 45 minutes later, they were still working, which was close to 2 hours out there, which was a bit odd.
I have to admit, every time they are running the speed trap, hubby and me always comment that the city must be low on revenue so they need to generate some. And while I'm sure they only run the speed traps to keep the city safe, (okay little sarcasm here), it is not their intent just to do it to increase income. I do realize it is not the police writing the tickets, they are only following orders from higher ups. A speeding ticket could cost about $400 here, add $40 if you want to go to driver's school to get it off your DMV record. Of course one always has the option of trying to fight their ticket, I'm not sure how many do or just go and pay the fine.
Because I do not know the city's motives to running speed traps like this, I get a bit irritated, even though I know people are breaking the law and even though I know once again the officers are only doing what they are told to do. I must admit, I sometimes have glared at them when I drive by (not that they care) (I know, not very Christian of me).
However, today as we pulled into the driveway and saw they were still working, about 2 hours out there on a warm sunny day, I said to hubby "we should give them some water." (That thought came from God). Then I said "they probably won't take it." (That thought came from me).
Hubby said "go and get me three bottles of water and I'll take it to them." (That thought came from God). So I did, really not expecting them to take the water. (That thought still came from me).
A few minutes later he came back empty handed. (That was God's work).
Later I asked him how he approached them, if they were writing tickets, what he said, etc. He said one was writing a ticket by where their motorcycles were parked. He just waited there and the policeman asked if he could help hubby. Hubby asked if they wanted some water in which case the policeman gratefully accepted them.
Next time I drive by when they are running a speed trap I won't glare. I might smile and then come back out with some more bottles of water for them. And just realize they are doing what most of us are doing, doing the best they can with what they have to work with.