Travis Laurence Naught

“Veni, Vidi, Vici”: Speeding Ticket Deferrals, Can You Make It a Whole Year?

Travis Laurence Naught discusses deferred speeding tickets and how the system is manipulated to contribute to the bottom line.


Organized crime is sexy. Everybody wants to be part of La Familia, to be a part of something bigger than themselves, to be looked upon with respect. True, some unsavory events have to take place for this to come to fruition, but the endgame is sweet.

Pop culture has definitely skewed the brighter points of involvement with the mob. Movies, books, romantic stitchings in horsehide left on pillows … people can’t go anywhere without being recruited in “the dream.”

Like a man driving 86 mph over an isolated mountain pass. Mr. Officer has no choice but to write a ticket. His superiors rely on that money to put food on their tables. “Thanks for being so honest. I only wrote it for 10 mph over the limit. A judge will probably defer it.” Crime is subjective. This adjustment for speed goes to serve the greater purpose.

$91 barely registers as a fine. Monthly coffee bills, alone, register into the triple digits. Unfortunately, choosing to own up to the altered wrongdoing would have gone on permanent driving records. That is where the benefit of hierarchical law offers its opportunity.

Judges have the power to marry daughters. The man who walked into court holding a ticket, begging possible forgiveness, surely approached the bench on someone’s wedding day. He was thusly allowed a choice: pay the fee and carry the record, or make it an even $100 and have a clean slate. Here’s the rub, you have to stay clean for a year or the whole mess will come back to haunt you.

Hasbro handily teaches youngsters about the stock market in The Game of Life. Board pieces are shaped like cars, so the analogy fits. Don’t ask for any further explanations. It’s unbecoming. Wouldn’t want to be unbecoming ….

Over the course of being under the influence of driving with a deferred ticket, people must be cautious not to draw the ire of another law enforcement agent. This would be handy if it simply meant not breaking the law. Make it to the end of the year and life becomes easier again. Individuals are asked to believe there is no record of a history washed clean. “See! I made it through the game without landing on a Market Slumps space!”

People frequently land on those spaces. In real life, with a deferred ticket, it means being issued and required to pay a fine for whatever new infraction has occurred AND paying a retro fine for the previously issued ticket. Both infractions will be left on the record. Marlon Brando would surely be disappointed.

Yet, somehow, this blatant racketeering scheme is accepted. Many soapboxes giggled at the opportunity to be shouted from regarding this topic. Perhaps the noises they made were more nervous, should have been interpreted differently. “Haha. You’re crazy. We don’t want no trouble. Go away.”

Well, it’s tough to make individuals who break the law on mountain passes swim. Goody two-shoes sportsmen too frequently bring back evidence stumbled upon innocently. Nobody thinks twice about abusing this system of power set in place long ago, especially Mr. Officer eight years ago. His victim paid the extra 900 pennies, was rewarded for a year of subsequent compliance; still worries about pressing too hard on the gas pedal.

Now, though, the whistle has been blown! Laws are being twisted to line the pockets of hard-working servants of justice with dollars spent on necessary daily breads. Officials who play fairly rarely make ends meet. It’s like things have spiraled so far out of control, even those who have never done wrong are trapped.

Mario Puzo was certainly not the first author to strike the nerve so deeply ingrained in humanity that it reaches back to the days of Cain and Abel, but he is the one most popularized in the last 50 years. The Godfather is less fiction, more allegorical. Everyone answers to someone. Struggles remain even for those “at the top.” Life spins on a dial and everyone’s number comes up at some point.

Show a little respect when it’s your turn. There’s already enough fish in the sea.


Travis Laurence Naught

Travis Laurence Naught is an author who happens to be a quadriplegic wheelchair user. Individual poems, stories, and various other material by Travis have been published online (Section 8 Magazine, Empty Sink Publishing, Damfino Press, and others) and in print (Gold Man Review, Lost Coast Review, Empirical Magazine, and more). His first book of poetry, The Virgin Journals (ASD Publishing, 2012), is currently out of print, but copies can still be found. Check out for more information and original writing by Travis.

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