Bastards.

Got a speeding tug on Sunday - doing 50 on a bit of country road with no side exits but which led out of town from a 30. Lampposts to denote 30 zone are obscured by trees and the bastXXXXcoppers were obscured by a pillar supporting the overpass. Not half a mile away is a separate but near identical bit of country road that I go along every morning where the limit *IS* 50, but it even goes past a fucking Nursery school fer Christ's sake! No logic except the bit I was nicked on has some nice shady hiding places.

Gits.