I often skive off work early on a Friday as its a 5 hour drive in the Friday traffic to punt in Manchester.
Once the sat nav took me along the black country new road, a lovely straight dual carriageway, but a stupid 40mph limit. There I was doing about 60ish wen I spotted a camera van. How I never got a ticket I will never know, I think I was behind another car.
Last week I was diverted off the M6 and round country lanes, went through a little village, and there were some residents, ponced up with hi vis jackets, playing policemen with a speed gun. Now you don't get a ticket, but the cops write to the registered owner as a warning. I was at the back of a queue of cars so ok.
Both occasions I had no business being where I was at that time of day, mid to late afternoon.
I must stop letting little willy do the driving in his rush to get laid, and set the speed limiter more often.