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posted September 4, 2006 @10:57p
I've never been one to try to lie my way out of a speeding ticket. When I speed, I know I'm taking my chances at having to pay the fine. In fact, I don't even try to talk myself out of a ticket. If I break the law and get caught, I take whatever is handed to me.
For example, I got pulled over doing 57 in a 40 in the recent past. I was on my way to my parent's house; I had the window down, my head sticking out of it, and I was yelling at the top of my lungs along with the Doobie Brothers. I was having an awesome ride. But then I saw blue lights and had to pull over. The officer stepped up to my window and said, "you were doing 57 in a 40."
I said, "...yeah, that's about right."
He asked, "and where were you going in such a hurry?"
I answered, "well... my mom's cooking spaghetti."
He gave me a ticket.
I'm not mean, and I'm not sarcastic... I just don't try to hide anything or participate in any sucking-up activities.
Another example: I got pulled over doing 45 in a 30. My speedometer was broken at the time, but there was no need for me to volunteer that information to the officer. Besides, it wouldn't have mattered and he would never have believed me anyway. He told me that he clocked me at 45, then said, "... and you must have sped up after I clocked you, because I had to do 60 to catch up with you."
I thought for a moment, then answered, "well... you do this stuff all the time, so you probably know what you're talking about."
He gave me a ticket.
I've got example after example of my breaking the law, admitting it, and receiving a ticket. It happens. I'm okay with it. It goes without saying that I don't actually WANT a ticket... but like I said, I weigh the risk when I speed.
Today, I got a ticket. But this time was different.
Since I'm so broke and so afraid that I may get another speeding ticket, I constantly use cruise control on the interstate. And today was no different, I had been cruising at 60 mph for miles. I spotted a state trooper in the distance, and just like anybody else, I looked at my speedometer to make sure I was traveling within the speed limit. The speed limit was 55, and the speedometer read 60. I was a little over, but I wasn't worried about it. I had a passenger with me, and at the same time I was looking, she stuck her head over, read the speedometer, and warned me about the trooper I had already seen.
I didn't make any adjustments in speed. I didn't think I needed to.
I was wrong.
He pulled me over and told me he clocked me going 70.
For those of you that have read anything I've ever written before, you know that I always change the names of people involved in my stories. But since this happens to now be a matter of public record, I'm really tempted to make an exception.
Trooper Rosco P. Coltrane lied. Trooper Rosco P. Coltrane lied to me, and he lied to the government on an official form.
The Super Trooper tried to tell me that there was something wrong with my speedometer, that I needed to pay to have my transmission checked. But I paced myself afterwards and my speedometer is perfect.
I was traveling 60 mph.
Now as I've said before, I'm not afraid to admit if I get caught speeding. And if he'd written me a ticket for 60, I wouldn't have had a problem with it.
But Super Trooper Rosco lied.
I'm not a police-basher. In fact, I've always respected police officers. My uncle has been a police officer for about 15 years. My aunt was an officer for awhile. My neighbor of 20 years is a police officer. And it doesn't stop there. Of the six guys that I hung out with the most in high school, FIVE became police officers. One of them was later hired to be a U.S. Marshal, and another works for an even higher institution. And besides those, without even trying I can think of three other guys I ran with in high school that are now police officers.
I can safely say that I've always liked police officers.
But it's cops like Super Trooper Rosco that give police officers a bad name.
Happy Labor Day, Super Trooper Rosco. It's not nice to lie.
I know how you feel, my husband was on the interstate and actually got a ticket for doing 60 in a 55 and the cop actually cut him off before he pulled him over and the cop was getting an attitude with my husband so my husband let him know that he cut him off plus another person then told the office that he is the kind of cop that gives the rest of them a bad name and told him he needs to be setting examples. Needless to say, we still got stuck paying $90. I try not to say bad things about them in front of my kids because I never know when they might need to confront one but I know how I truly feel about most of them.
posted by Kristi on 9/5/2006 @10:26:33 AM (#204)
Yeah, it's strange... I really shouldn't feel nervous when I see a police officer, I should feel safe. Instead, I have to worry about whether one of them is gonna pull me over, make up a story, and make me pay a bunch of money. It really is messed up.
posted by Jason Wells on 9/6/2006 @10:09:28 PM
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