At the time, I was working a part time, $7 an hour night-shift job across town, and had just had to expend the paltry savings I had accrued to replace the aforementioned car that I wrecked. In short, I couldn't afford to pay the $50 fine when it was due, and couldn't afford to miss work.
Before I could pay the $50, somebody had broken the window of my new car, broken in, and stolen all my books for class (which were extremely expensive to replace, along with the window. Before I got around to paying the court, they had suspended my driving privileges. Cost to reinstate was $236.74 (I remember it distinctly, even 16 years later as being so reasonable, yet so painfully high at the same time.)
It took me a few months to save that money up, and in the interim, I made a somewhat ill-advised judgement call. It wasn't as though my license had been suspended for any reasons to do with my driving ability, and I needed the job. It was at night, so mass transit wasn't an option, and at the time, none of my friends worked nights, so getting rides wasn't really an option either. My options, as I saw them, was to drive illegally and hope to not get caught, or to relinquish the job I had and dig further into certain financial ruin. I chose the former.