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pulled over again

Last night, as Justin and I made our way closer to Texarkana on US-59, a state troopers pulled us over. I wasn’t the only person pulled over; it looked like Christmas out there, all those flashing lights everywhere.

I was driving at the time so I had to face him first. I got a warning ticket because Justin’s car had two problems. The license plate light was burnt out and his license plate frame was covering too much of the plate. In Texas and a few other states, this frame law is in effect and anyone can be pulled over if the frame is covering anything on the plate.

After he wrote me a ticket, thinking that we were good to go, he decided to walk around the car. Shining his light onto the stickers on the window, he found a registration sticker that was out of date. Yeah, that delayed our arrival by another 20 minutes.

A few minutes later, he calls for backup. Not just any backup, however. A trooper pulled up in front of us and another pulled up beside the one who pulled us over. They asked our permission to search the car. I had no problem with it. But this search involved a drug sniffing dog!! Yeah, this is the first and hopefully last time that ever happens. After letting the dog inside the car, it looked like he was going crazy trying to smell for some kind of narcotics. The funny (not at the time) thing was that something tipped the dog off. Basically, these cops almost had something to book us for the night. But luckily, after thoroughly searching the house, they didn’t find a thing. Stupid troopers.

This made what was supposed to be an easy 5 hour trip into a LONG 8 hour trip. The troopers asked me if we had any drugs, weapons, anything that might be suspicious. He even asked me if I had been to a federal jail before. Man, these guys were just waiting for those drugs to appear, just hoping for any evidence of something to bust us up. But Justin and I looked like two college kids up to no good. There’s no way we looked guilty of anything more than being goofballs.

Before we his Nashville tonight, we gotta get some things taken care of so that we don’t get pulled over again. The law enforcement community has no place in this trip.

an unexpected stop

On my way to Lubbock today, I was forced to make an unexpected stop in New Mexico just outside of Clayton. Between Raton and Clayton, I decided to drive like a bat out of hell. I reached 106 and could have pushed higher but decided not to. Probably a good thing.

Just about 2 miles from Clayton, a state cop caught me going what he originally said was 87 in a 65. So I met him halfway with my license and insurance and was sure he was gonna write a ticket. And he did. I was sitting in the car just hoping he wouldn’t write it but it took him 10 minutes, all of which I had to wait. Come on, it’s Christmas. So, he called me back to his car. By that time, I was not too happy and acted upset. Not to the point that I wasn’t polite or anything. I just didn’t want or need to pay that ticket.

He first told me that he brought my speed down to 80 (he then said he caught me going 90) so I could pay $80 less. Great… But I then asked him if I could say something in my defense. I told him that people were passing up the whole time I was driving, that I was trying to stay with the speed of the traffic not to be a hazard to anyone on the road. The car behind me was keeping up with my speed as well; otherwise he would have passed me up.

So the officer, already having asked me where I was from, said he was from South New Mexico where he was on his way. He asked what I wanted to do about the ticket. I told him to SHOVE IT and took that ticket, tore it up, made hi. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .NOT. I told him that I’d call into the court to take care of it rather than send $68 to plead guilty. This means he’d probably have to make an appearance in court. He thought about it for a few seconds, and finally told me that this was a warning because he didn’t want to drive back up there just for that!!!

I thanked him and walked back to my car not realizing what he’d done. I would have gone up and hugged him if I realized it was just a warning and nothing further had to be done. So basically, that whole incident was just a little inconvenience rather than a $200 ticket. And so, I continued into Clayton to buy myself a nice medium Blizzard.

Lesson to learn? Don’t think you’re invincible with your speed; rather be smart and pay attention to what’s ahead. That’ll be the last time I’ll go over 100 . . . . . . . . . this year.

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

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