I drive through Huntington many times a year to visit family in Louisiana. Huntington was always a place where I’d get out, stretch my legs, grab a bite to eat, and fill up the tank. I would patronize the businesses in this small town, to and fro, since it’s located approximately halfway on a regular journey… but no more. I no longer stop. I monitor my speed like a hawk, ensuring I’m 5 mph under the posted limit. I don’t look at anything other than the pathway Out of town, the speed limit signs, and my speedometer.

I have passed through Huntington 4 times since my ticket which I received 2 months ago, and I will never spend another dime there — nor will I ever receive another ticket there.

On the south side of town, Hwy 69, southbound side of the road. The speed limit is 55, but [he, young rookie] sits between a truck and a building near a t-intersection. This is about 500 yards before the speed limit changes to 65 mph. By the time you notice [him] and see that you’re mistakenly driving the perceived speed limit of 65 since you’re well out of town, you may as well pull over because you’ve just gotten a ticket for 65 in a 55. The irony is, when you pull over (immediately after noticing you’ve been clocked and targeted) you’re on the shoulder in a 65 mph zone. This is a bona fide speed trap — and one of the worst ways I’ve ever seen for a small town to make money — and lose mine.