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04-03-2018, 09:40 PM
My weekend with law enforcement.
I mentioned elsewhere that I made a last minute rush trip to and from Wisconsin (from TX) between Thursday evening and early this morning.

The town that was my destination is rural and very small...less than 5K people. It's been at least a decade since I have been there and then I came in from a different direction. Anyway, Friday morning I arrived about 10 and stopped at the hospital and then headed to my friend's house.

It's mid morning on a Friday. The main road through town is two lane and there's nobody in front of me or behind me...I am bothering no one as I drive slowly down the street looking for my friend's street which I was pretty sure was a crossroad. I took a left and pulled over to the curb because I was also pretty sure that was the side of the main road where she lived and where her parents' home is also located. I was going to enter the address into my GPS. And there go the lights and sirens.

Out pops Barney Fife who grills me on what I am doing and why I am driving so slowly and blah fucking blah. I explain everything to him...why I am in town, why I was driving slowly...he demands my license...nothing else, just my license. Whatever dude...what are you going to charge me with? 60 year old white woman driving a Buick slowly down the main drag...with TX license plates. So while he checked to see if I was on the FBIs most wanted, I got out my portfolio where I had written the directions (in case my oldish phone crapped out) as well as my friend's name and address and her parent's names, address, and phone number. I laid the portfolio in the open window with part resting on the dash and part the side view mirror. Barney finds out I am not a fugitive and returns to my car where he scans the page of notes which included everything I told him and he lets me go...he didn't even have anything to give me a warning for.

On the way home early, early this morning I got stopped in Oklahoma...my bad, I was speeding. I had been running with semis and had my cruise control set a bit over the posted speed limit and I didn't quite slow down in time when a speed limit dropped...I accept that. It was late, I was tired, I was near a casino which can translate to drunk drivers, and I was from out of state...I get it.

I pulled over and put on my flashers and really nice officer approached my car. He informed me that he stopped me because he had clocked me going over the speed limit and asked if I was on my way home to TX (I sort of took this to mean from the casino). I told him that I was returning from WI due to a medical emergency. He asked for my license and proof of insurance. I first said I was going to reach in my glove compartment and I did and gave him my insurance (remember that Barney Fife didn't even ask for it). Then I pointed to the passenger floorboard and said my purse was there and I was going to reach for my wallet to get my license which I did.

He asked if I was carrying concealed and I told him no. He said...you have every right to. I explained that due to health issues I thought it best that I didn't handle loaded weapons. He handed me my stuff, said to be careful and to have a nice night. Didn't even run my license.

So weird...such different experiences from Barney Fife with a bad attitude and nothing to lash out at to a very pleasant guy doing his job.

See here they are, the bruises, some were self-inflicted and some showed up along the way. -JF
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05-03-2018, 08:23 AM
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I'm glad both turned out relatively well in the end.

Also, smart on not just reaching into the glove box or purse. My dad warned me on that year ago, telling me to wait to get my registration and proof of insurance until I'm asked. He said I could have a very different encounter if they see me reach into the glove box while they're still approaching the car.
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06-03-2018, 05:19 AM
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Where I live if the police saw you reaching into the glove box or a bag on the floor they would assume you were getting your license and insurance, especially if they had asked to see them.

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06-03-2018, 06:26 AM
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Shame Anjele. Glad the second guy was nice though. Hug

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06-03-2018, 07:08 AM
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Would it be better if the last cop looked like this?

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06-03-2018, 07:10 AM
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(06-03-2018 07:08 AM)The Organic Chemist Wrote:  Would it be better if the last cop looked like this?

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Not really my taste...but the second cop was a nice looking guy. Yes

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06-03-2018, 10:35 AM
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(04-03-2018 09:40 PM)Anjele Wrote:  I mentioned elsewhere that I made a last minute rush trip to and from Wisconsin (from TX) between Thursday evening and early this morning.

The town that was my destination is rural and very small...less than 5K people. It's been at least a decade since I have been there and then I came in from a different direction. Anyway, Friday morning I arrived about 10 and stopped at the hospital and then headed to my friend's house.

It's mid morning on a Friday. The main road through town is two lane and there's nobody in front of me or behind me...I am bothering no one as I drive slowly down the street looking for my friend's street which I was pretty sure was a crossroad. I took a left and pulled over to the curb because I was also pretty sure that was the side of the main road where she lived and where her parents' home is also located. I was going to enter the address into my GPS. And there go the lights and sirens.

Out pops Barney Fife who grills me on what I am doing and why I am driving so slowly and blah fucking blah. I explain everything to him...why I am in town, why I was driving slowly...he demands my license...nothing else, just my license. Whatever dude...what are you going to charge me with? 60 year old white woman driving a Buick slowly down the main drag...with TX license plates. So while he checked to see if I was on the FBIs most wanted, I got out my portfolio where I had written the directions (in case my oldish phone crapped out) as well as my friend's name and address and her parent's names, address, and phone number. I laid the portfolio in the open window with part resting on the dash and part the side view mirror. Barney finds out I am not a fugitive and returns to my car where he scans the page of notes which included everything I told him and he lets me go...he didn't even have anything to give me a warning for.

On the way home early, early this morning I got stopped in Oklahoma...my bad, I was speeding. I had been running with semis and had my cruise control set a bit over the posted speed limit and I didn't quite slow down in time when a speed limit dropped...I accept that. It was late, I was tired, I was near a casino which can translate to drunk drivers, and I was from out of state...I get it.

I pulled over and put on my flashers and really nice officer approached my car. He informed me that he stopped me because he had clocked me going over the speed limit and asked if I was on my way home to TX (I sort of took this to mean from the casino). I told him that I was returning from WI due to a medical emergency. He asked for my license and proof of insurance. I first said I was going to reach in my glove compartment and I did and gave him my insurance (remember that Barney Fife didn't even ask for it). Then I pointed to the passenger floorboard and said my purse was there and I was going to reach for my wallet to get my license which I did.

He asked if I was carrying concealed and I told him no. He said...you have every right to. I explained that due to health issues I thought it best that I didn't handle loaded weapons. He handed me my stuff, said to be careful and to have a nice night. Didn't even run my license.

So weird...such different experiences from Barney Fife with a bad attitude and nothing to lash out at to a very pleasant guy doing his job.
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06-03-2018, 01:07 PM
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The last time that I was pulled over, I was on a bicycle. I was on a ride from Fulton, KY to Carbondale IL. I had one day to complete the ride, so I was still out riding well after dark. Technically, the cop stopped me because I didn't have a red light on the back of my bike. But really, he just wanted to know why I was riding a bicycle through the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. When he turned his lights on behind me, I briefly considered leading him on a high speed chase. But I don't think that he would have thought that was as funny as I did.

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06-03-2018, 05:17 PM
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(06-03-2018 10:35 AM)Gawdzilla Wrote:  
(04-03-2018 09:40 PM)Anjele Wrote:  I mentioned elsewhere that I made a last minute rush trip to and from Wisconsin (from TX) between Thursday evening and early this morning.

The town that was my destination is rural and very small...less than 5K people. It's been at least a decade since I have been there and then I came in from a different direction. Anyway, Friday morning I arrived about 10 and stopped at the hospital and then headed to my friend's house.

It's mid morning on a Friday. The main road through town is two lane and there's nobody in front of me or behind me...I am bothering no one as I drive slowly down the street looking for my friend's street which I was pretty sure was a crossroad. I took a left and pulled over to the curb because I was also pretty sure that was the side of the main road where she lived and where her parents' home is also located. I was going to enter the address into my GPS. And there go the lights and sirens.

Out pops Barney Fife who grills me on what I am doing and why I am driving so slowly and blah fucking blah. I explain everything to him...why I am in town, why I was driving slowly...he demands my license...nothing else, just my license. Whatever dude...what are you going to charge me with? 60 year old white woman driving a Buick slowly down the main drag...with TX license plates. So while he checked to see if I was on the FBIs most wanted, I got out my portfolio where I had written the directions (in case my oldish phone crapped out) as well as my friend's name and address and her parent's names, address, and phone number. I laid the portfolio in the open window with part resting on the dash and part the side view mirror. Barney finds out I am not a fugitive and returns to my car where he scans the page of notes which included everything I told him and he lets me go...he didn't even have anything to give me a warning for.

On the way home early, early this morning I got stopped in Oklahoma...my bad, I was speeding. I had been running with semis and had my cruise control set a bit over the posted speed limit and I didn't quite slow down in time when a speed limit dropped...I accept that. It was late, I was tired, I was near a casino which can translate to drunk drivers, and I was from out of state...I get it.

I pulled over and put on my flashers and really nice officer approached my car. He informed me that he stopped me because he had clocked me going over the speed limit and asked if I was on my way home to TX (I sort of took this to mean from the casino). I told him that I was returning from WI due to a medical emergency. He asked for my license and proof of insurance. I first said I was going to reach in my glove compartment and I did and gave him my insurance (remember that Barney Fife didn't even ask for it). Then I pointed to the passenger floorboard and said my purse was there and I was going to reach for my wallet to get my license which I did.

He asked if I was carrying concealed and I told him no. He said...you have every right to. I explained that due to health issues I thought it best that I didn't handle loaded weapons. He handed me my stuff, said to be careful and to have a nice night. Didn't even run my license.

So weird...such different experiences from Barney Fife with a bad attitude and nothing to lash out at to a very pleasant guy doing his job.
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Yeah, two stops in a short amount of time and no one pulled a weapon, I wasn't tased or thrown to the ground...whodathunkit?

See here they are, the bruises, some were self-inflicted and some showed up along the way. -JF
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06-03-2018, 05:23 PM
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(06-03-2018 05:17 PM)Anjele Wrote:  Yeah, two stops in a short amount of time and no one pulled a weapon, I wasn't tased or thrown to the ground...whodathunkit?

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