flashing lights

The town we live in is small. I am cruising through this afternoon maybe a mile from the house, and lights behind me. Crud. I tell the kids that I was pulling over because a policeman was behind me. Cop comes to the door I helpfully point out that I was right behind someone else. He said well I clocked you locked on the radar at 49. I was polite told him I wasn't going to argue with him, that I was just not paying attention and I apologized. He took my liscense. Brae is turned all the way around in his seat looking at him. He brings the license back to me makes a Sooners statement and lets me go without even a written warning. But still stressful. I wasn't sure what the speed limit was in that area and I knew hubby would ask how much over I was going so I went back to check. 45 MPH...he friggin pulls me over for 4 miles...ugh. Yes we live in a speedtrap that is well known but even I didn't know it was that bad. But anyway, we pull back on the road and Brae says "That was so cool mom, I loved seeing the lights flash and see the policeman up close". So I am telling hubby I just did it to cheer up Brae who hasn't been feeling well.