Thank You, Kindly!
But back to the speeding ticket. The officer, heartily impressed with the car (and its cargo space) was more interested in knowing where I bought it and what year it was than in prosecuting the ticket. Yet withal, I suppose he had to meet his quota... and ultimately did give me a ticket. A good object lesson for me, no doubt, as I'm sure I would have pursued wreckless speeds on that corridor had I gone on assuming that it was lightly-patroled. The process was altogether much more civil and jolly than ticket-issuing on the East Coast. He seemed to be having a great time and was genuinely concerned about wasting my time and accusing me of going altogether TOO fast. If only I had wated to re-register my car, then they could only fine me and not otherwise penalize me with points and other perturbations, I think?