Really, bike cop? REALLY?

Sometimes, I really hate cops.  ESPECIALLY bike cops.  You know when you get pulled over by a bike cop there is no chance of getting out of anything.  A ticket is inevitable.  With that being said, let me begin my story...

I was driving down 36th street in Ogden... There were some cones up and the turning lane was closed.  I continued on my way, not thinking much of it... when suddenly in my rearview mirror there appeared those flashing lights that make your heart drop.

And it was a BIKE COP.  Ugh. 

So, he pulls me over and I roll down my window.. genuinely surprised that I was being pulled over.  He asked me the usual dumb question.. "Do you know how fast you were going?"  Duh.  Of course I know how fast I was going, but I am not going to admit guilt to you, sir. 

At this point my heart is racing and I'm trying to decide whether I should conjure up some tears or not... I decided not to (THAT ladies and gentlemen, was probably a mistake... although this guy was heartless anyway).

"I'm not sure officer."

"36 mph!"

"Wait... isn't that ONE mile over the speed limit?"

"You were in a construction zone.  It has been reduced to 25 mph there.  That means the fine will double."

REALLY??  There were approximately three cones up.  And no workers.

Traffic school.  That's how I really wanted to spend my break in Utah.  Thanks a lot Ogden PD.

THE END.