woaface
04-01-2004, 02:45 PM
Well, I'm only here because my mom is taking a nap...and I'm suprised with how entirely pisssed off she is...
I was driving to a tap class this morning, going a little fast, I'm about 5 minutes late (or I thought I'd be if I didn't step on it). As I'm coming down a 4 lane highway I get the feeling to slow down...sure enough, my lights catch the stripe of reflective material going down the length of a County Patrol car hiding in some bushes. I slack off really quickly even though I'm only doing 5 over, and I pass him with caution, watching my mirrors. I start to go over a hill, and he dips out of sight. I start to step on the gas a little more and I look behind again, I can see his light rack coming over the hill. Suddenly I'm very nervous, and since the accelerator was half way in I figured "what the hell" and I jam it all the way in hoping I'll clear the next two hills before he sees me and by then I'll be gone.
I mis-judged how fast he was actually going before he cleared the hill, and by the time I cleared the first in front of me, he was only 30 feet back...burps and cheeries whalin' away. I'm not happy as one might gather. I put on my blinkers because I don't think it's quite safe to pull over, and I drive another quarter of a mile to a parking lot. I sit and wait.
He sits in his car for about 3 minutes...seems like an HOUR, and strolls up to my door, which is down. "Do you know why I pulled you over?" he says. "No officer I don't". I say. "License, registration, and proof of insurance please". I'm way too nervous to move, my hands are white-knuckled against the steering wheel. I tell him, "They're in the glove compartment and passenger-side door storage compartments respectively, should I get them or would you rather get them yourself?" I remember being told this in drivers ed, that some officers aren't comfortable with people reaching into something they can't see. He was one of these officers. "Son, I'm going to have you to step out of the vehicle and into mine while I retreive the papers." I'm thinking "Holy crap, I do NOT want to be there, I want to get the papers, but I might end up with a cap in my ass if I grab for them now!" I step out of the car and he walks me back to his blue and yellow cruiser, opens the front passenger door (suprise!?) and askes me to sit down. I remember a story my brother told me, and so far, everything from parking lot to where I am now, is exactly the same. I wait patiently as he goes to my passenger side door, already unlocked and get's the papers. Responds twice to his shoulder walkie talkie. He comes back to his car, and sits in. He compares the papers and my license plate number and my license which I laid down on his keyboard while he was in my car. He looks at me very sternly and askes me to go back to my car and not to start it. I go back, wait several hours again, and he strolls back up. "Are you sure you don't know why I pulled you over?" he inquires. "No sir, I'm sorry." I really want to say "Yeah, I was being a dumbasss!" But I've read a couple times that this is a bad idea. He says "Son, I clocked you at 73 mph in a 45 going over that hill, and I followed you because I had 3 reports of a light blue car similar to yours making close and unsafe maneuvers before you came by my post" Well, I'm completely screwed over is about what I'm thinking. "By the way, shouldn't you be in school?" He says. "I'm homeschooled, I was on my way to a tap dancing class" and then it hits me I DON'T HAVE MY TAP SHOES! CRAP!!! He looks around the car for a moment and says "So where are your dance shoes?" It was like he read my mind when the thought crossed it. "Um, actually, I forgot them officer, I just remembered this" Great! What a GREAT answer!!! He says "Son, I'm going to have to call your mother or father, are they at work?" Well, I immediately gave him my dads work number because I didn't want my mom to know. He strolls back to his car and makes the call. I see him in my mirror and he doesn't smile once. My dad is good with breaking ice...so I figure I'm in really big trouble with more than just the officer. Ok, I think...maybe I should make friendly with him. I wait not as long this time, and he comes back up. "Well, at least I know where you're supposed to be" he says. "Yes sir. Um...sir? Do you know an Officer Mike Rozzos?" A guy I know through my sister on the county force...just MAYBE he knows the cool man Mike. "Yes son I do, but that won't get you out of any trouble, now I've been asked to escort you back home by your father and leave this car here until he can pick it up. For your fortunate luck, I cannot do this, but I did however, call your mother, and she expects you home in the next 15 minutes. Yeah, I want to cry, I know my mom is going to slaughter me. "Yes officer I understand" He hands me a written ticket, 73 in a 45 and gives me a 5 minute lecture on what was wrong with my actions. I listen and nod and say 'yes sir' occasionally. He says be careful and tells me I can be on my way.
I'm now deaf from listening to my mother, and I'm on restrictions for 5 months, and cannot drive anywhere for enjoyment for 10 months.
That sentence might get lessed, but that might take a month or two. You know what lesson I've learned?
Radar Detectors are priceless, and don't speed where people can see you to b itch about it!:cry:
I was driving to a tap class this morning, going a little fast, I'm about 5 minutes late (or I thought I'd be if I didn't step on it). As I'm coming down a 4 lane highway I get the feeling to slow down...sure enough, my lights catch the stripe of reflective material going down the length of a County Patrol car hiding in some bushes. I slack off really quickly even though I'm only doing 5 over, and I pass him with caution, watching my mirrors. I start to go over a hill, and he dips out of sight. I start to step on the gas a little more and I look behind again, I can see his light rack coming over the hill. Suddenly I'm very nervous, and since the accelerator was half way in I figured "what the hell" and I jam it all the way in hoping I'll clear the next two hills before he sees me and by then I'll be gone.
I mis-judged how fast he was actually going before he cleared the hill, and by the time I cleared the first in front of me, he was only 30 feet back...burps and cheeries whalin' away. I'm not happy as one might gather. I put on my blinkers because I don't think it's quite safe to pull over, and I drive another quarter of a mile to a parking lot. I sit and wait.
He sits in his car for about 3 minutes...seems like an HOUR, and strolls up to my door, which is down. "Do you know why I pulled you over?" he says. "No officer I don't". I say. "License, registration, and proof of insurance please". I'm way too nervous to move, my hands are white-knuckled against the steering wheel. I tell him, "They're in the glove compartment and passenger-side door storage compartments respectively, should I get them or would you rather get them yourself?" I remember being told this in drivers ed, that some officers aren't comfortable with people reaching into something they can't see. He was one of these officers. "Son, I'm going to have you to step out of the vehicle and into mine while I retreive the papers." I'm thinking "Holy crap, I do NOT want to be there, I want to get the papers, but I might end up with a cap in my ass if I grab for them now!" I step out of the car and he walks me back to his blue and yellow cruiser, opens the front passenger door (suprise!?) and askes me to sit down. I remember a story my brother told me, and so far, everything from parking lot to where I am now, is exactly the same. I wait patiently as he goes to my passenger side door, already unlocked and get's the papers. Responds twice to his shoulder walkie talkie. He comes back to his car, and sits in. He compares the papers and my license plate number and my license which I laid down on his keyboard while he was in my car. He looks at me very sternly and askes me to go back to my car and not to start it. I go back, wait several hours again, and he strolls back up. "Are you sure you don't know why I pulled you over?" he inquires. "No sir, I'm sorry." I really want to say "Yeah, I was being a dumbasss!" But I've read a couple times that this is a bad idea. He says "Son, I clocked you at 73 mph in a 45 going over that hill, and I followed you because I had 3 reports of a light blue car similar to yours making close and unsafe maneuvers before you came by my post" Well, I'm completely screwed over is about what I'm thinking. "By the way, shouldn't you be in school?" He says. "I'm homeschooled, I was on my way to a tap dancing class" and then it hits me I DON'T HAVE MY TAP SHOES! CRAP!!! He looks around the car for a moment and says "So where are your dance shoes?" It was like he read my mind when the thought crossed it. "Um, actually, I forgot them officer, I just remembered this" Great! What a GREAT answer!!! He says "Son, I'm going to have to call your mother or father, are they at work?" Well, I immediately gave him my dads work number because I didn't want my mom to know. He strolls back to his car and makes the call. I see him in my mirror and he doesn't smile once. My dad is good with breaking ice...so I figure I'm in really big trouble with more than just the officer. Ok, I think...maybe I should make friendly with him. I wait not as long this time, and he comes back up. "Well, at least I know where you're supposed to be" he says. "Yes sir. Um...sir? Do you know an Officer Mike Rozzos?" A guy I know through my sister on the county force...just MAYBE he knows the cool man Mike. "Yes son I do, but that won't get you out of any trouble, now I've been asked to escort you back home by your father and leave this car here until he can pick it up. For your fortunate luck, I cannot do this, but I did however, call your mother, and she expects you home in the next 15 minutes. Yeah, I want to cry, I know my mom is going to slaughter me. "Yes officer I understand" He hands me a written ticket, 73 in a 45 and gives me a 5 minute lecture on what was wrong with my actions. I listen and nod and say 'yes sir' occasionally. He says be careful and tells me I can be on my way.
I'm now deaf from listening to my mother, and I'm on restrictions for 5 months, and cannot drive anywhere for enjoyment for 10 months.
That sentence might get lessed, but that might take a month or two. You know what lesson I've learned?
Radar Detectors are priceless, and don't speed where people can see you to b itch about it!:cry: