Ah....the good 'ol days. When you could drive 100 mph all day long and have 3 miles of warning before "oinkus" even new what hit him.
1981 I was headed south on 285 from Clines Corners ina 1978 Datsun 280z. I was coming into the village of Encino, NM when this baby started going beep. I looked down at my speedo...I was doing 117 mph. I abruptly applied the brakes as I came through a curve near a building in the microscopic town with NO traffic light.
As I cleared a building there sat "Barnie" with his constant on X band. He was so close to the road I could actually see his red led flashing "32". I looked at my speedo and it showed same. Geesh that would be a sh!tty place to spend the night in jail.
Thank you FUZZBUSTER!