Heyward is a town cop who has found a great spot just around a curve on U.S. 301 in southeastern Georgia. The town has a reputation as a speed trap and Heyward is making sure the tourists are not disappointed.

He’s running radar on a holiday weekend, using binoculars to check out the travelers. There’s a Buick Park Avenue from New York. He’s running 51 in a 55 zone. Here comes a sporty thing-a Pontiac Grand AM with Massachusetts plates. He’s doing 53. It’s 3 p.m. on a Friday and traffic is fairly heavy, but they’re all driving right at or just below the speed limit.

"This stretch of 301 is always a racetrack on holiday weekends," thinks Heyward. "Why’s everybody crawling along like this?"

Traffic runs like this for over an hour. Heyward has grown weary of "no action" so he pulls out from his great spot around the bend and begins patrolling the northbound highway.

Then Heyward comes upon an unusual sight. There’s a boy about 12 years old standing just off the shoulder of the road on the southbound side. The kid is holding up a cardboard sign with the words: "Speed Trap Ahead."

"Well-will you look at that," says Heyward to himself. "No wonder!" The patrolman makes a U-turn on the median, pops on his blue lights and pulls off onto the shoulder a few feet from where the boy is standing. The kid’s first instinct is to run, but the patrolman knows his name.

"Billy! Get in this car right away-and bring that stupid sign with you. Do your mama and daddy know you’re out here like this?"

Taking the boy home, Patrolman Heyward passes his favorite radar spot. A mile further down the road they come to a second boy standing by the roadside with a different sign. "That’s my partner," says little Billy.

The second boy has a shiny mop bucket on the ground in front of him. His sign is different from Billy’s. It reads: "Thank You For Your Tips.