Valentine One Radar Detector Moment of the Month
May 2003: Fire One! Fire Two!
It was Sunday night. I had been visiting my uncle. We’d just found out
he was terminal with cancer: needless to say, watching my speed wasn't at
the front of my mind. Knowing how tough laser is to detect, I have an
anti-laser cover on my front plate.
I was on Long Island, heading up the Seaford-Oyster Bay Expressway
(notorious for its speed traps), probably doing, well, why cop a plea here?
I was a good 200 yards behind the car in front—usually I don't leave myself
out in the open like that—when V-1 went off with its siren-like laser alert.
Instinctively, I slammed on the brakes, dropped to 55, and scanned for the
source. Lo, there he was on a hill, hiding behind nothing but the cover of
night. Again, V1 gave its laser alert.
A few seconds passed, followed by a strong Ka radar warning. Ol’ Smoky
must have had a hard time acquiring my speed with laser, and had to resort
to radar. Too bad for him that V-1 spotted him well before he could do the