Imagine that time you are in a rush to a meeting and started going a teeny weeny above the city speed limit because there’s traffic today and it's Saturday. Finish up that meeting and off to the gulf game and beer with the boys? Wrong. It so happens there’s a bored traffic cop around the block with speed gun. In a jiffy you hear the familiar siren and the blue red flashing lights behind you. It’s going to be a crappy day after all. Goodbye golf.
