Pro tip, if you are ever ticketed, especially for a moving violation, always plead not guilty and request a trial. Chances are the police officer won’t even show up. Then you’re automatically not guilty. No fine, no points.
In the Peoples Republic of Montgomery County (PRMC), at least one traffic judge is very lenient. I never got his name. He found everyone guilty but knocked down the penalties significantly. One gentleman who contested the ticket claimed the officer had gotten the wrong car. I was afraid he would get nailed. The judge took it in good humor and found him guilty, again with reduced fine and points.
I sidled up to one well-dressed young fellow, asking if he was a lawyer. He was and I pumped him for some free legal advice. Turns out he was there because he had tickets too. A lot of them. Friend of the judge, evidently. (Guilty!)
I haven’t been ticketed in over fifteen years, and that was for doing 40 in a 25 mile zone. I was in court for Little Nell, whom MaxSpeak old-timers may remember. She’s not so little any more. She stood to get a fine of $130 and three points. Neither her officer nor the witnesses to the carnage she initiated showed up. Chief victim was her (my) car, one of several in her brief but storied history. (Not guilty!)
The best case was a student from booshwah Churchill H.S. Preppy dress, mommy in the audience, lawyer in tow. Most people there just told the judge their story on their own. The lawyer launched into a soliloquy. Little Johnny does volunteer work, he plays lacrosse, he has a 3.2 GPA, his parents are taking him in hand, etc. etc. etc. Little Johnny WAS DOING 155 MILES PER HOUR, in a Mercedes M class or something. The judge knocked it down to 80 mpg or thereabouts. Watch out for Little Johnny, especially on 270!
Traffic court is a great way to spend a couple of hours if you’ve got time to kill. Highly recommended. It’s got humor, wonder, and class struggle.