Hemicuda
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I was um... moving at a high rate of fuel consumption, in my lifted 4X4 Dodge Ram... coming from a town 35 miles away, after taking my Girlfriend home (she doesn't drive at night and has to work in the am...) I was one half mile from home, and came up on a car (slicktop unmarked cruiser) doing far slower...
he hit the shoilder and let me pass... as soon as I got by, on go the lights... oops... (I had slowed to the legal 55 by then)
I turned on the interior lights, turned off the radio... (Kinda sucked... Heart - Barracuda, my namesake song was on!) and grabbed the wheel at 11 and 1...
THANKYOU, DODGE, for putting in a one touch drivers window control, and excellent interior lighting!
Officer Gilbert (a newer young county officer, one of the few I don't know) walks up and tells me his rearward facing radar had me at 70... I of course said "NO WAY!"... his answer was "really?", I repeated "NO WAY"... but I do need to tell you that I have a permit and a loaded gun (a requirement in my state, to declare the gun) all he said was... "Thankyou... may I have your license, registration, and insurance" then "West Branch, Eh, how long have you lived here?" Me: "All my life" a little mor chitchat, like he's never seen me, my telling him I know most of the police, and was surprised I didn't know him... basic friendly chitchat...
after 5 minutes or so of talking, he took my paperwork to his car. I'm thinking... GREAT, a PERFECT driving record shot to crap...
he wasn't in his car for 30 seconds, walked up, handed me my stuff, and told me to have a nice night... NOTHING about what/where the gun was, why, or ANYTHING... no ticket... not even a warning...
all in all, a great experience... (I have a tendency to let it roll when in either a very good mood, [it had been a very nice evening with my GF...] or in a perticularly foul mood - driving spiritedly is relaxing for me) I gotta learn to watch that!
he hit the shoilder and let me pass... as soon as I got by, on go the lights... oops... (I had slowed to the legal 55 by then)
I turned on the interior lights, turned off the radio... (Kinda sucked... Heart - Barracuda, my namesake song was on!) and grabbed the wheel at 11 and 1...
THANKYOU, DODGE, for putting in a one touch drivers window control, and excellent interior lighting!
Officer Gilbert (a newer young county officer, one of the few I don't know) walks up and tells me his rearward facing radar had me at 70... I of course said "NO WAY!"... his answer was "really?", I repeated "NO WAY"... but I do need to tell you that I have a permit and a loaded gun (a requirement in my state, to declare the gun) all he said was... "Thankyou... may I have your license, registration, and insurance" then "West Branch, Eh, how long have you lived here?" Me: "All my life" a little mor chitchat, like he's never seen me, my telling him I know most of the police, and was surprised I didn't know him... basic friendly chitchat...
after 5 minutes or so of talking, he took my paperwork to his car. I'm thinking... GREAT, a PERFECT driving record shot to crap...
he wasn't in his car for 30 seconds, walked up, handed me my stuff, and told me to have a nice night... NOTHING about what/where the gun was, why, or ANYTHING... no ticket... not even a warning...
all in all, a great experience... (I have a tendency to let it roll when in either a very good mood, [it had been a very nice evening with my GF...] or in a perticularly foul mood - driving spiritedly is relaxing for me) I gotta learn to watch that!