Motor-Jock Pulled Me Over - I Deserved a Citation
Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 6:29 pm
I won't go into exactly where in the DFW metroplex this was, don't want the brass hammering an officer for using his discretion and letting me off with a warning when I deserved a ticket. Here's the story:
I was headed back to work after visiting one of my employees who had been transported to the ER. I was stuck behind a Prius (one of those tree-hugging hybrid cars). The thing had liberal political stickers and the "I brake for animals" type bumber graffiti pasted all over the back end. The driver had his cell phone glued to the side of his head and he was putting along at a good 15 mph below the speed limit.
I drive a Dodge Magnum R/T with a Hemi 5.7 litre V8 (in American terms that's 348 cubic inches and 340 HP). So the first chance I got to get around this guy I shoved the auto-stick down two gears and put my foot in it. As I roared past the slow-poke I noticed a motorcycle officer sitting on the shoulder to my right. I didn't have time to look at the speedometer before I hit the brakes and started pulling over because I knew he had me dead-to-rights, for Exhibition of Acceleration even if I hadn't topped the speed limit, but my guess is I was up to about 80 when I went by him.
I did my usual thing, pulled as far off onto the shoulder as I could, got my DL, CHL, and insurance out and ready before he even got stopped behind me, and placed both hands palms up on the steering wheel with the ignition off and the hazards flashing (yes, I've had some practice at this).
He walked up and asked me if I was Tim Frazier and if I was armed. I answered affirmative to my name and told him I wasn't toting.
His next question was a little bit of a surprise: "Why not?"
I told him my employer has a strict policy against firearms on the premises or in personal vehicles on their lot so I had to refrain from carrying to and from work to ensure I didn't lose my job.
He said, "That's too bad" and I'm pretty sure he was being sincere.
He ran a check on me for warrants, then handed me back my docs and said, "Mr. Frazier, you have a nice day and try to keep your foot out of that Hemi before you get yourself killed, okay?"
I thanked him and went on my merry way.
If you're out there, officer, I haven't violated any traffic laws for three days now. I'll do my best to keep a lite right foot for ya, and thanks for the leniency! And I carry weekends and evenings
I was headed back to work after visiting one of my employees who had been transported to the ER. I was stuck behind a Prius (one of those tree-hugging hybrid cars). The thing had liberal political stickers and the "I brake for animals" type bumber graffiti pasted all over the back end. The driver had his cell phone glued to the side of his head and he was putting along at a good 15 mph below the speed limit.
I drive a Dodge Magnum R/T with a Hemi 5.7 litre V8 (in American terms that's 348 cubic inches and 340 HP). So the first chance I got to get around this guy I shoved the auto-stick down two gears and put my foot in it. As I roared past the slow-poke I noticed a motorcycle officer sitting on the shoulder to my right. I didn't have time to look at the speedometer before I hit the brakes and started pulling over because I knew he had me dead-to-rights, for Exhibition of Acceleration even if I hadn't topped the speed limit, but my guess is I was up to about 80 when I went by him.
I did my usual thing, pulled as far off onto the shoulder as I could, got my DL, CHL, and insurance out and ready before he even got stopped behind me, and placed both hands palms up on the steering wheel with the ignition off and the hazards flashing (yes, I've had some practice at this).
He walked up and asked me if I was Tim Frazier and if I was armed. I answered affirmative to my name and told him I wasn't toting.
His next question was a little bit of a surprise: "Why not?"
I told him my employer has a strict policy against firearms on the premises or in personal vehicles on their lot so I had to refrain from carrying to and from work to ensure I didn't lose my job.
He said, "That's too bad" and I'm pretty sure he was being sincere.
He ran a check on me for warrants, then handed me back my docs and said, "Mr. Frazier, you have a nice day and try to keep your foot out of that Hemi before you get yourself killed, okay?"
I thanked him and went on my merry way.
If you're out there, officer, I haven't violated any traffic laws for three days now. I'll do my best to keep a lite right foot for ya, and thanks for the leniency! And I carry weekends and evenings
But I guess he'd already run a 10-28/29 on my car, it came back registered in my name and a little tag notifying him I was a CHL holder...plus my CHL was in plain sight with my DL between my fingers on the steering wheel. I'm as adept as a magician! 
