Some times, the day just starts out wrong. Today was one of those days. When Chris came back in with the mail this morning, she handed me a letter from the 91 Express Lanes, the agency that runs the toll portion of State Route 91 between Riverside and Orange counties. Inside was a notice that I had been cited for riding my motorcycle in the express lanes last Saturday night, just before 10 PM.
Now, to my certain knowledge, I haven’t been on State Route 91 at any time since I moved to San Diego county in 1999. And even if I had, motorcycles get to travel free in the 3+ express lanes at all times except the eastbound side during the afternoon drive time on weekdays.
Not that it matters. Last Saturday night, my chick and I were watching Season 2 of Lost on my XBox through Netflix. I didn’t even take my bike out of the garage on Saturday.
So, now, I have to write a letter and mail it to them, requesting a review. And if they still say I owe them for the violation, I have to pay the ticket and a deposit to get a second administrative review. And if that still comes out against me, I have to file an appeal in Superior Court–along with another deposit–and get a court date.
How does a motorcycle even get a ticket for using the express lanes at 10PM on a saturday? It’s toll-free for motorcycles!
So now I have to deal with these idiots for the next two months.