My last speeding ticket (well, hopefully, my last speeding ticket) was in 2009, and alas, landed me in the Cleveland Court system to answer for the transgression.
We all got herded in and out like a military operation, and the labyrinthine rules and procedures were fascinating in a there’s-nothing-I-can-do-but-sit-here-and-watch kind of way. One after the other, each person saddled up in front of a clearly bored judge and spilled their guts about rolling through stoplights, expired plates, right-on-red-at-the-wrong-time-of-day, and so on. The judge then interrogated the accused, blabbered procedural stuff and sent them on their way with a fine.
It was all highly efficient, and like most traffic courts, very lucrative. I walked out paying $200.
Money which I had really hoped to use to buy a radar detector.
But I digress.