TomcoPDR
09-20-2008, 12:21 PM
This is just to balance out all the rant threads with LE law enforcement with tickets, mods, tint, speeding, etc...
So I was driving home, somewhere between Dryden towards Kenora (Ontario), passing through a town where you have to slow down from 90k --> 70k --> 60k --> 50k (and then back up)
It was around 7pm local time, and come on, most of these small towns are in bed by 6pm; a late night for them would be 9pm after watching law&order or csi. So on the first reduction, like I usually do let go of the accelerator once I cross the "arrow/speed#" sign, I think it's designed so that if you let go (of gas) by the time you reach the actual reduced speed limit sign, you'll be at that reduced speed. However, that's only if someone was to be going at the speed limit before the reduced speed.
Now, not admitting I was speeding, nor am I bragging nor encouraging "speeding"... but given perfect dried road conditions, driver experience, clear vision (no blind spots), etc... I think I was going at an approriate velocity. But for sake of arguement, the read out on my speedometer and a radar gun isn't exactly 100% calibred to syncronize, therefore, there'll always be a discrepancy between travel speed perception anyhow.
By the time I reached the 70k sign, there was an OPP officer on the opposite side gas station about to pull out traveling the opposite direction. For some reason we locked eyes, as I slowly and cautiously glanced in the rear view (sort of like staring at the sun in short bursts, or peeping into the woman's bathroom), a mile after, that dreaded moment finally materialize as he pulls his illegal U-turn in the middle of a highway. (without siren lights)
He toys with me from behind going through the 60 zone, 50 zone, then back up to 70 to 90, as he most probably realize at this point most civilian's sphincter will be tighter than any religiously promised virgins.
http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r95/Tomcompany/0918081822.jpg
He pulls me over, I prepared myself by rolling up my T-shirt sleeves slightly to show my bicep muscles, picture Joey Lawrence in a wife beater. (this is the guy's version of cleavage; you never know he might be gay and I can use all the advantage possible)
He comes up very politely and well mannered, did his routine (what are you doing, where you going, etc...) I explained my travel, then he tells me all he pulled me over for was just to inform me that my right side brake lamp was blown :thumbsup:
Checked my registration, license, etc... Came back within 2 minutes and was about to send me on my way... but then he inquiried about my trade (my truck is registered under the company name)... it started out as honest helpful conversation; but then as I saw the mosquitos flying around his face, I just thought it'd be funny to keep him talking (this was near lakes, at 7ish pm)
Don't get me wrong, I was honest with him, and told him everything I could about my trade (he's never heard of it), how it's done, etc... but it was just funny watching him waving his hands in front of his face fanding off an army of mosquitos. Sort of like Smokey the bear with a swarm of bees; as the OPP do wear those Due South round hats.
Anyways, over all, he was a really nice guy, my age so many that helped. Very pleasant to deal with, he genuinely wasn't looking for his ticket quota even though it's that dreaded time of month.
Would definitely repeat again.
So I was driving home, somewhere between Dryden towards Kenora (Ontario), passing through a town where you have to slow down from 90k --> 70k --> 60k --> 50k (and then back up)
It was around 7pm local time, and come on, most of these small towns are in bed by 6pm; a late night for them would be 9pm after watching law&order or csi. So on the first reduction, like I usually do let go of the accelerator once I cross the "arrow/speed#" sign, I think it's designed so that if you let go (of gas) by the time you reach the actual reduced speed limit sign, you'll be at that reduced speed. However, that's only if someone was to be going at the speed limit before the reduced speed.
Now, not admitting I was speeding, nor am I bragging nor encouraging "speeding"... but given perfect dried road conditions, driver experience, clear vision (no blind spots), etc... I think I was going at an approriate velocity. But for sake of arguement, the read out on my speedometer and a radar gun isn't exactly 100% calibred to syncronize, therefore, there'll always be a discrepancy between travel speed perception anyhow.
By the time I reached the 70k sign, there was an OPP officer on the opposite side gas station about to pull out traveling the opposite direction. For some reason we locked eyes, as I slowly and cautiously glanced in the rear view (sort of like staring at the sun in short bursts, or peeping into the woman's bathroom), a mile after, that dreaded moment finally materialize as he pulls his illegal U-turn in the middle of a highway. (without siren lights)
He toys with me from behind going through the 60 zone, 50 zone, then back up to 70 to 90, as he most probably realize at this point most civilian's sphincter will be tighter than any religiously promised virgins.
http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r95/Tomcompany/0918081822.jpg
He pulls me over, I prepared myself by rolling up my T-shirt sleeves slightly to show my bicep muscles, picture Joey Lawrence in a wife beater. (this is the guy's version of cleavage; you never know he might be gay and I can use all the advantage possible)
He comes up very politely and well mannered, did his routine (what are you doing, where you going, etc...) I explained my travel, then he tells me all he pulled me over for was just to inform me that my right side brake lamp was blown :thumbsup:
Checked my registration, license, etc... Came back within 2 minutes and was about to send me on my way... but then he inquiried about my trade (my truck is registered under the company name)... it started out as honest helpful conversation; but then as I saw the mosquitos flying around his face, I just thought it'd be funny to keep him talking (this was near lakes, at 7ish pm)
Don't get me wrong, I was honest with him, and told him everything I could about my trade (he's never heard of it), how it's done, etc... but it was just funny watching him waving his hands in front of his face fanding off an army of mosquitos. Sort of like Smokey the bear with a swarm of bees; as the OPP do wear those Due South round hats.
Anyways, over all, he was a really nice guy, my age so many that helped. Very pleasant to deal with, he genuinely wasn't looking for his ticket quota even though it's that dreaded time of month.
Would definitely repeat again.