This was the Monday from H E doublehockeysticks and it started Saturday. I shall begin...
My wife dropped her truck off to get the 30K maintenance done. Everything seemed peachy until she tried to drive it on Sunday. Her truck was hard to start and felt like it was taking off in 3rd gear, very ugly. We take it back to the dealer on Sunday for a Monday a.m. fixup.
Now I'm Daddy's shuttle service. My son has to go to summer camp and then I need to drop my wife off at work before I drive to my office. We get to camp and drop our son off, go to the truck to leave... and my faithful Trooper won't start. We call AAA and wait for 1.5 hours for a tow, with me trying to start the trooper every 15 minutes or so. I kid you not, the second the tow truck pulls up, the trooper fires and off we go. I drop my wife at work and head to the office. Over lunch, I do a swap for the new pistols mentioned in another thread and I'm good to go. Unfortunately, being gone for the entire morning puts me 4 hours behind schedule on a project that already has a short fuse. I hustle for the rest of the day to get caught up only to have another rush project cross my desk at the 11th hour. Oh joy. Not to mention that I have to leave at 4:30 to get to my wife's office to pick up her up in time to make it downtown to get our son. All that accomplished and we head to the dealership to pick up my wife's truck, which is now fixed.
So, I take the appropriate exit and I'm in the right hand lane. The light changes and we're moving through the intersection when some yutz in a Gold Crown Vic decides that traffic is moving too slow and he wants to move from the left lane to the right lane, right through me. I see him coming, get out of the way by the skin of my teeth and then hit the horn. He's pushed me into the turn only lane so I speed up enough to find a break in the traffic and merge back into the right hand lane from the turn lane. All is well.
I'm coming up to the left turn for the dealership and merge smoothly into the left hand lane preparing for a left turn. The car behind me changes lanes and guess who is behind me... Mr. Crown Vic. He punches it and comes up my rear hard and changes lanes barely missing my rear bumper. He pulls up alongside, mouths something and then... SWERVES AND RUNS INTO MY TRUCK FROM THE SIDE!
GEEZ! Anyway, I pull over and get his license plate number as he speeds away... yep, he's fleeing the scene of an accident. My wife is beginning to write the number down as I recite it over and over when out of the blue, a NC State Trooper comes flying by with full lights going, catches the guy and pulls him over. He motions for us to come up to where they are. We drive up and the Trooper, it turns out, was heading home after his shift. He comes over and makes sure that everyone is OK. We are, the Trooper (my Isuzu Trooper that is) is only a little bit worse for the wear. The State Trooper asks if we are OK and Cindy and I both confirm and continue, notify the officer of CHP and concealed weapon status. He smiles and says, "As long as we keep 'em concealed given the circumstances.". I asked if he saw what happened and he saw the whole thing. He summoned local PD, added his testimony to the police report and was on his way. When the Cary PD Officer showed up, we notified her of CHP and weapons and her reply was, "Thank you, the Trooper told me already". She was professional and courteous and we had a nice chat about the guys at the PD that we both know and her 6 children.
I'm very interested in the Police Report. I left with a very nice feeling regarding the officers involved and their diligence and courtesy. Very nicely done. So for all those times I asked myself, "Where's a cop when you need one!", well, he's right behind me, running down that jerk that just practiced his road rage technique on my truck, before he heads for home and gives his own kids a smooch and a hug.
Damage to the truck is minor, but his insurance is going through the roof.
We've got some good cops down here, and local LEOS in my town are top notch. Durham has it's fair share of loons and troubles, but they've also got folks like Fed168, who do what they can to keep the tide in our favor.
For all who do, I'm raising one for you.
My wife dropped her truck off to get the 30K maintenance done. Everything seemed peachy until she tried to drive it on Sunday. Her truck was hard to start and felt like it was taking off in 3rd gear, very ugly. We take it back to the dealer on Sunday for a Monday a.m. fixup.
Now I'm Daddy's shuttle service. My son has to go to summer camp and then I need to drop my wife off at work before I drive to my office. We get to camp and drop our son off, go to the truck to leave... and my faithful Trooper won't start. We call AAA and wait for 1.5 hours for a tow, with me trying to start the trooper every 15 minutes or so. I kid you not, the second the tow truck pulls up, the trooper fires and off we go. I drop my wife at work and head to the office. Over lunch, I do a swap for the new pistols mentioned in another thread and I'm good to go. Unfortunately, being gone for the entire morning puts me 4 hours behind schedule on a project that already has a short fuse. I hustle for the rest of the day to get caught up only to have another rush project cross my desk at the 11th hour. Oh joy. Not to mention that I have to leave at 4:30 to get to my wife's office to pick up her up in time to make it downtown to get our son. All that accomplished and we head to the dealership to pick up my wife's truck, which is now fixed.
So, I take the appropriate exit and I'm in the right hand lane. The light changes and we're moving through the intersection when some yutz in a Gold Crown Vic decides that traffic is moving too slow and he wants to move from the left lane to the right lane, right through me. I see him coming, get out of the way by the skin of my teeth and then hit the horn. He's pushed me into the turn only lane so I speed up enough to find a break in the traffic and merge back into the right hand lane from the turn lane. All is well.
I'm coming up to the left turn for the dealership and merge smoothly into the left hand lane preparing for a left turn. The car behind me changes lanes and guess who is behind me... Mr. Crown Vic. He punches it and comes up my rear hard and changes lanes barely missing my rear bumper. He pulls up alongside, mouths something and then... SWERVES AND RUNS INTO MY TRUCK FROM THE SIDE!
GEEZ! Anyway, I pull over and get his license plate number as he speeds away... yep, he's fleeing the scene of an accident. My wife is beginning to write the number down as I recite it over and over when out of the blue, a NC State Trooper comes flying by with full lights going, catches the guy and pulls him over. He motions for us to come up to where they are. We drive up and the Trooper, it turns out, was heading home after his shift. He comes over and makes sure that everyone is OK. We are, the Trooper (my Isuzu Trooper that is) is only a little bit worse for the wear. The State Trooper asks if we are OK and Cindy and I both confirm and continue, notify the officer of CHP and concealed weapon status. He smiles and says, "As long as we keep 'em concealed given the circumstances.". I asked if he saw what happened and he saw the whole thing. He summoned local PD, added his testimony to the police report and was on his way. When the Cary PD Officer showed up, we notified her of CHP and weapons and her reply was, "Thank you, the Trooper told me already". She was professional and courteous and we had a nice chat about the guys at the PD that we both know and her 6 children.
I'm very interested in the Police Report. I left with a very nice feeling regarding the officers involved and their diligence and courtesy. Very nicely done. So for all those times I asked myself, "Where's a cop when you need one!", well, he's right behind me, running down that jerk that just practiced his road rage technique on my truck, before he heads for home and gives his own kids a smooch and a hug.
Damage to the truck is minor, but his insurance is going through the roof.
We've got some good cops down here, and local LEOS in my town are top notch. Durham has it's fair share of loons and troubles, but they've also got folks like Fed168, who do what they can to keep the tide in our favor.
For all who do, I'm raising one for you.
