Some years ago, a friend decided to see what his new Pontiac Trans Am could do on the straight Lake Pontchartrain bridge. A TOLL bridge.
At the South toll booth, the attendant gave his stamped ticket back and made the comment that he now "owned the speed record for the bridge."
And a Louisiana Highway Patrolman and a New Orleans Patrolman, just there, took him into custody.
A night in Jail. And finding what lot his car was impounded the next day.
And paying to get it out. Gas tank near empty. Extra miles on the car.
And his car still had the speed record of that bridge, but he had not been driving it.
Wonder if the D.C. police have been playing with the evidence locker?
Or if pawn shops outside the district have new inventory?!