Traveling north on 411, a section of divided highway, where the speed limit is 55 mph, I was taken completely by suprise when the road curved sharply to the right and became a two-lane road once again. The officer was sitting right there in that fork. He claimed to have clocked me going 65 mph, while 60 mph is what I had been traveling at with cruise control, and said the speed limit was 45. He wrote me a ticket for 20 over and even had the price of the ticket availible for this Georgia boy, which I found unusual information for an officer to have on the spot. After I got the ticket, we turned around to see how it was posted, and all we found was a 45 mph sign, hidden among the useless warnings of road construction on the downhill just before the merge, no "speed zone ahead" or indication of the change in the road. I told the officer I simply did not see the sign, but apparently a person’s word is useless when money is involved. My biggest complaint is that we treated like criminals from the start, with no attempt from the officer to gauge the threat or the honesty of the guy he has heroically pulled over for that terrible crime of speeding. He knew he was writing me a ticket when he saw the tag on my truck.