Do you know how fast you were going, ma'am?

Part 2 of my brother's two-part wedding was last Saturday, and since I stayed up til 3 AM playing board games, I figured I'd let Kathy drive while I napped. This was working out so well for me that I slept through the last leg, from Portsmouth to Huntington on US 52, which I normally drive.

Unfortunately, since she never drives it, she doesn't know where all the speed traps are along the way. Welcome to Hanging Rock, please have your driver's license, registration, and proof of insurance handy. And I'm here to tell you that the comments on that link must be from the biggest bunch of suck-asses on the planet - everyone who lives down there knows that it's a wide spot in the road that has a cop merely for the purpose of catching speeders at the county line where it drops from 65 to 55. The cop was as cordial as could be, but in the end we still end up with a ticket.