I seem to recall something about you and seat-belt use on the beltway (or the lack there of).I'm not a combative type with cops.
I seem to recall something about you and seat-belt use on the beltway (or the lack there of).I'm not a combative type with cops.
LOLI'ma tell you a secret a cop told me:
Cops are busy. They don't typically show up in court for a traffic ticket. So if you show up and plead not guilty, there's no one there to say different.
Cops hedge their bets because they know you'll pay it without question because you think cops have nothing better to do that sit in court all day waiting for your piddly ass traffic ticket to come up (and you have better things to do with your time as well). And it's not like they get a cut so they don't give a chit if you pay your ticket or not. They're just doing their job.
I seem to recall something about you and seat-belt use on the beltway (or the lack there of).
I didn't give him a hard time. I just bitched on here that he pulled me over several lanes during rush hour to give me a seatbelt ticket.
I wonder if that thread is still here somewhere....?
Back when I was cruising the internet looking for information on the LaPlata tornado back in 2002, I came across the SOMD forums and DeeJay's articles along with yours, Ken! I loved reading those!
Wasn't necessarily addressed to you. Circumstances are different for every stop. It is just a possible scenario that may be employed, especially when one knows they were in the wrong, such as they 'were speeding'. When it comes down to it, in court, it really is the word of two people, usually. This is where remaining silent during a stop can save you, even if it goes to court.I'm physically incapable of doing that. Last time I got stopped for speeding I was doing 6 over and the cop asked where I was coming from, where I was headed. I launched into the story of how we are full time travelers and came all the way across the country from Maryland to Utah, and were on our way back to Nebraska to see the Huskers Homecoming game, and oh my gosh it's so pretty out west! He was probably sorry he asked.
Anyway, he gave me a warning when he realized we weren't the drug traffickers he was hoping to catch. He said, "We think 80 is plenty fast enough along this stretch." I replied, "Me too." He said, "Have a nice day," and I said, "You too!" Everyone parted friends.
I'm not a combative type with cops. I'm never doing anything worth arresting me for so if the cop wants to ask me some questions I have no problem with that.
If I may ...
Wasn't necessarily addressed to you. Circumstances are different for every stop. It is just a possible scenario that may be employed, especially when one knows they were in the wrong, such as they 'were speeding'. When it comes down to it, in court, it really is the word of two people, usually. This is where remaining silent during a stop can save you, even if it goes to court.
To bad the Fire Back option didn't survive the forum upgrade of 2002 (at least I think it was 2002).Whenever I happen to read one of those old columns I fight the urge to go in and edit it - correct my grammar, punctuation, and syntax.
To bad the Fire Back option didn't survive the forum upgrade of 2002 (at least I think it was 2002).
Yeah, what did I know that shaking the "crazy tree" would result in so much fallen fruit.Well now you have a whole forum with which to fire back.
Everyone, Ken is the reason we have community forums on Somd.com. Every month he would send a rebuttal to my column, telling me why I was FOS. David enjoyed this so much he thought there should be a whole feature for it.
There's a big part of me that wants to have a confrontation and make a stand, so if a cop barked at me for not wearing a mask or getting my hair cut or some other nonsense it would please me to stand my ground and suffer the consequences.
There are days when I'll deliberately act like a normal human being in hopes that some Karen will be so misguided as to say something to me, but whenever I'm looking for trouble it has a way of avoiding me. It's only when I'm not looking for it or expecting it that someone feels comfortable accosting me. I hate that.