They call me Andretti

Well yesterday was a red letter day! You might detect a small note of sarcasm.
I was driving in the morning and all of a sudden a guy starts walking out in front of me waving me towards the shoulder. I thought there was a problem and slowed down and then all of a sudden it hit me that it was a sheriff. Oooops. I stopped and rolled down my window and he showed me the radar gun. It said 46. Apparently the speed limit is 35. Well lucky me! So he takes my insurance card and license and registration and walked across the road to his motorcycle to do what it is that they do. I was upset but not at him, I was speeding. Got it! When he came back to the car and handed me my ticket he started out by saying that his personal over limit is 11 and that's why I got the ticket - $154. OK. Then he proceeded to tell me that I shouldn't pay it but ask for a court date to go before the judge. At this point I just starred at him then laughed. I do that when I'm nervous anyway. I asked him "If you don't want me to pay this ticket, WHY are you giving it to me? He replied, Well it's my job. *EYE ROLL* I totally get the job thing, I get the ticket thing. I was speeding, but telling me to not pay it? NUTS! I do not get it. It's only the second ticket I've ever gotten. The other was 21 years ago. I did get a expired tabs ticket when I was 16. I have a good driving record so maybe a judge will reduce it. I have a few days to decide what I want to do. I guess the first thing I'll do is slow down. :)
Peace