Nothing can ruin your day faster than being pulled over by one of those guys in the Smokey the Bear hats and being told you were driving too fast. After all of the usual license, registration, insurance card stuff, you have to sit and listen to a lecture all about the dangers of driving too fast and then to make matters worse, Officer Friendly hands you a ticket to that tells you how much you have to pay for the lecture he just gave you.

Not only this but now you have to go to traffic court and plead your case. The result of which is likely to be quite cut and dried as Judge Dread gives you a choice, pay the fine (often a couple of hundred buck, depending on how fast you were driving) or you can have the pleasure of going to traffic school. If you have never been to traffic school, you will probably be jumping up and down, excited at the prospect of going to defensive driving school instead of paying your fine. This feeling only lasts once in a lifetime.

For everyone who has ever been to a traffic school, you already know why they call this guy Judge Dread and it is not because he resembles Sly Stallone.  For most of us the idea of having to go back to traffic school simply fills us with a feeling of dread as we know that the only thing we have to look forward to is six or more hours of intense and agonizing boredom. Other than the cost of the ticket, if it weren't for the long term effects of yet another ticket, most of us would rather pay the cost of the ticket and get on with our lives.

If you have never been to a standard defensive driving school, they work along these lines. You and in most cases at least another 29 people will be crammed into a classroom that is no bigger than the one you spent far too many hours sitting in during high school.  The seats may even be the same ones you sat in for all those hours. No one thinks about how comfortable you are, after all this is just another form of detention that instead of the principal, the judge has handed you.

Now if you can remember back to that one high school teacher who would have the whole class falling asleep within the first ten minutes of class, this is the guy they have teaching your defensive driving class. The only bad part is that he has only gotten worse with age. Armed with video copies of the same movies you saw in Drivers Ed, which have been around since the Fifties, he will be teaching the class for six long grueling hours.

If this does not sound like cruel and unusual punishment, well you get the picture. Unfortunately these courses are not covered under the Vienna Convention and up until recently you had no choice, that is unless you could just pay your fine and go home. There are some cases where you can do this and others where the judge will gleefully tell you that you must attend a defensive driving course or face losing your license.

Having attended several of these torture sessions disguised as educational classes, some of us decided that it would far more fun to sit in an empty room watching the paint on the walls dry and a whole lot less painful. So we decided to do something about it,  our thought was that just because you have to go to traffic school does not meant that the class can't be fun. In fact we think that just about anything served up with a little humor can end up being a good time. We put together a whole new class based on this concept and presented it to the appropriate government offices using our best stand-up comedians as instructors. After they finished rolling around on the floor in fits of mirth, they wiped the tears from their eyes and stamped a big APPROVED on our application.

From here the Comedy Defensive Driving School was born. Today you can enjoy the same feeling as we present our defensive driving classes on a regular basis and feature some the area's best stand-up comedians as instructors. Finally there is a way to take your classes without needing to have a giant economy sized can of Red Bull at hand.