My first speeding ticket was when I was 15. I only had a driving permit, so my dad was sitting in the passenger seat. My mom, sister, and grandma happened to be in the back seat. The whole thing was sort of innocuous, I wasn't even really intending on speeding. I think the CHP got me at +10mph over the speed limit. Very embarassing, and my parents were pretty pissed. During college, my friend and I were returning from spring break at Lake Havasu. He got pulled over and ticketed, not once, but twice. Once in Arizona, and once in California. Talk about bad luck. We were scared shitless because we had beer (we were underage) and weed in the trunk. And most recently, I was driving down the 101 from Solvang to LA. I tend to drive pretty fast these days, and saw a squad car cruising in the #3 lane, so I slow down. When I get closer, I realize it's a police car, not CHP. I have no idea whether it's actually true, but I had always heard that the freeways were out of the police's jurisdiction or something, and that police can't ticket you on the freeway, only CHP. So I lean on the gas a little to pass him, and I'm back on my merry way. Sure enough, I see the blue lights flashing in my rearview. Immediately, my GF gives me the biggest "I told you so" speech of all time. I already felt like the biggest bonehead in the world. I thought I was screwed. The officer walks up and asks me whether I think it's a good idea to blow by him at 75mph. In my head, I thought to myself, "I was going a lot faster than that" but I start apologizing profusely and tell him I'm tired from doing the Solvang century (bikeride) and I all I want is to get home. He lets me off with a warning! I was so incredibly relieved! I still wonder whether he had the authority to give me the ticket...in any case, I won't be speeding by police cars on the freeway anymore.