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Camera Shy

Apparently Kent has pushed out £3.7 million worth of speeding fines this year, up £360,000 on 2003 – 2004, giving the Department of Transport a £750,000 windfall against the £286,000 the previous year.

Not everyone is keen to cough-up with 20% of fines unpaid. I wonder if like me, you have a sneaking feeling that road and motorway repairs are allowed to run over time because there’s so much money to be made in catching motorists while the speed camera remain in place?

Have you noticed over the years how roads like the A2 and A3 out of London, that seemed perfectly safe at 60mph suddenly had their limits dropped to 50mph, which a more difficult speed to keep to in a car on or an bike in top gear?

My other hate is bus lane cameras in London. I was caught by one last year in Farringdon, when I took a wrong turning and made a U-turn on my motorcycle which crossed the white line. Logic and common sense fly out of the window with this technology which like a digital linesman, is only interested if you have crossed the white line and have put a foot “in touch” even momentarily so you can be fined. At least Thanet is relatively clear of such things although you might argue that the very places that technology is needed to reduce accidents, there’s none to be seen

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