Oh, I should add, yesterday after work, I was heading home on a relatively empty stretch of 22 East around the Clinton/Readington border, when, unbeknownst to me, a Readington officer tagged me and pulled up behind me as I was stopping for a light. Shortly after the light turned green, he turned on the flashing lights and singalled for me to pull over. Quite nervous and extremely disappointed that I had been stopped, the (quite polite, actually) officer informed me that I had been speeding (67 in a 55).
Thankfully, he let me off with a warning. However, before he had clocked me, I had realized I was actually doing more like 72 or 73, in which case I doubt I would have been quite so lucky.