Two twenty-seven

It had been more than thirty years since Rock received a speeding ticket, but he was pulled over for going thirty-seven in a thirty-five zone by a policeman parked in front of the Pike County Courthouse in Murfreesboro, Arkansas.
Rock parked in the town square beside a man who was pulled over just in front of him. He walked into the courtroom and approached a clerk.
"OK, let's see here," the clerk said. There were a stack of tickets at his desk. "Were you going thirty-seven or thirty-nine."
"Thirty-seven. I was going thirty-seven," Rock said.
"OK, then that'll be two twenty-seven."
"Two twenty-seven? Do you mean two-hundred and twenty-seven dollars?"
"Yes. How do you plan to pay?"
"How can it be that much? I was only two miles over the speed limit."
Other speeders were beginning to line up behind him.