The car edges to the shoulder of the highway; I hear gravel and debris pinging the inside of my wheel well. The siren and lights behind me are like irritating beacons of justice illuminating my guilt. I’ve been caught speeding. All those who witness this scene are reminded that justice is real, and I have the gnawing feeling that justice will be served. The reason I was pulled over is because I was guilty. I was speeding. The officer did not trap me, trick me, or