I beat a speeding ticket in court once. I was only 18 and was speeding on the Homer spit (a 5-mile bar of land that juts out into Kachemak Bay in Homer, Alaska). I lived in Anchorage and had to drive 220 miles to attend court. The judge was a well known hanging judge, no tolerance for anything. The officer was there and he had a prosecuting attorney. I was a bit surprised, that the prosecuting attorney was there because this was just a stupid speeding ticket. The officer gave his testimony. He basically said that he radared a Honda Civic doing 50 in a 35 zone, pulled the car over and gave the driver a ticket (he said a more than that, but this was 23 years ago and my memory is fading). When he completed his testimony my heart jumped, because I realized that he never said my name. I wasn’t sure at what point he could no longer add new evidence or statements; I also wasn’t sure what would have happened if I said nothing. When it was my turn to talk I decided the safest thing to do would be to steer everything away from our incident, where he might mention my name. So, I stated that I didn’t think police radars were accurate or reliable; many states didn’t use them for such reasons. The ploy worked, the prosecuting attorney testified that they are accurate and accepted in Alaska, the officer tunes them everyday, bla, bla, bla. Then it was my chance for my rebuttal. I still wasn’t sure if the officer could add new evidence or statements, so I asked the judge, “Can the officer add any new evidence at this point?” The judge answered, “No”. I said, “Well, the officer stated that he gave the ticket to the driver of the Honda Civic, but he never said my name. The officer never identified me as the driver of the vehicle”. At this point the judge scowled and stared at me; the courtroom was silent. Then, I swear to God, he began slouching/leaning back in his chair until I could only see his eyes above the bench. His angry stare scared me and the silence seemed to last forever. I couldn’t handle the silence any longer, so I finally said, “That means I win, right?” The judge sat up and stated, “Not guilty due to the fact that the officer never identified the driver of the vehicle.” The prosecuting attorney went nuts and started rambling on about something; I was so elated I didn’t listen. I counted my lucky stars, drove the speed limit through Homer and then sped the remaining 210 miles home.