Back in the early 1980's, we were coming back from the Lake of the Ozarks in my 1980 Chevy Wagon, complete with fake wood trim and a then state of the art radar detector.
My girlfriend, now wife, and I were very under the weather, probably from a bad ice cube the night before (OK, we were massively hung over). We were hauling right along at about 80, a convoy of sorts behind us, rockin & a rolling -
We popped over a hill, and the highway patrol had the road blocked and were pulling us all over. They asked me to wait, and I sat there as they let every other car that was following go, after a lengthy and stern sounding warning.
The highway patrolman, looking every bit of 7 feet tall, said "Son, that's a nice radar detector you have there. Sure worked well with the airplane, didn't it".
Errrrrr, insult to injury, I drove to 60 miles to court to try and fight the ticket, arrived a day early, only option was to just pay the ticket as it was.
Points, points suck. In an expensive way.
Over the following years, I learned that radar detectors are generally excellent at telling me that I have gotten a ticket. Sometimes they give you warning, most of the time they give false alarms.
They're still a entertaining novelty.
I expect someday that everything will be tied into our personal digital devices and we'll just get tickets in the mail - ratted out by own cell phone or whatever. Maybe the authorities will just show up someday and confiscate the motorcycles of those that might occasionally express their beliefs in the Gods of horsepower and speed.
I've been gone a week, earned every single penny I made and that feels good.
Enjoy the detectors, viva la vida