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Posted on Sunday 19 October 2008 at 6:54 pm

The Tale of Rachael and the Police Officer

It is a bit cold today, but since it isn't raining, I was on my motorcycle anyway. I was heading home from playing mini golf with some friends and I noticed a police car with someone pulled over in a parking lot as I was sitting at a red light waiting to turn left. My light changed, I turned, and the police officer was suddenly behind me with his lights flashing. This confused me since I'd turned on the green, stayed in my lane, and hadn't even made it up to the speed limit yet. I pulled into a parking lot, he turned in behind me, and we had the following conversation.

Police officer: I stopped you because your state inspection sticker expired in June.

Me: *leaning over to look at it* Oh. I guess it did. I thought it was good for two years so I didn’t pay any attention to it.

Police officer: No. They're only for one year. And the numbers on it tell you exactly when it expires.

Me: Yeah. I just didn't think about it.

Police officer: Since it is so far out of date, I'm going to have to go ahead and give you a ticket. But if you get it inspected and go to court, I'm sure the judge will reduce it. Can I see your license?

Me: OK. *takes backpack off and pulls out license while continuing conversation*

Police officer: Is this a Savage?

Me: No. It's the GZ 250.

Police officer: Oh. My first bike was a Savage. It's a lot like the GZ but it has a 650 engine.

Me: *finally handing over license, which is still a Texas one* In Texas, the inspections on new vehicles are good for two years so that's what I was thinking.

Police officer: That makes sense. I'll try to do this as fast as possible and get you out of here. Is the bike registered in your name?

Me: Yeah.

*The police officer's walkie-talkie starts beeping at him.*

Police officer: Hold on. I may have to go someplace else. *listens to the walkie-talkie for a bit* No. It sounds like someone is closer than me. *talks into walkie-talkie asking other officer where they are. Gets answer and turns back to me* Yeah they're closer.

Me: Oh, well, if you have to go, I promise I'll get it inspected tomorrow!

Police officer: I'm sure you will. *Police officer's walkie-talkie says something about could use a second unit. Police officer sighs and hands me my license* Just get it inspected.

Me: OK. Thanks.

He was in his car and out of the parking lot with his lights flashing and siren blaring before I got my helmet half on. I owe profound thanks to some unknown criminal or something somewhere in Williamsburg. I'm also getting my motorcycle inspected tomorrow.


What's Taters, Precious?
mrstater at 12:23 am on 20 October 2008 (UTC) (Link)
LOL Crime pays (for other people sometimes).

Edited at 2008-10-20 12:23 am (UTC)
bratty_jedi at 1:19 am on 20 October 2008 (UTC) (Link)
I never would have expected it, but apparently so. When I told my dad this story, he said he once got out of a ticket similarly. For him, he was stopped for speeding on a military base and an alarm started going off so the officer had to leave.
littlepixiechic at 10:45 pm on 20 October 2008 (UTC) (Link)
That worked out pretty well for you! Thinking about the police officer chatting with you about the bike while trying to give you a ticket kind of makes me giggle.
bratty_jedi at 3:52 am on 21 October 2008 (UTC) (Link)
It was entertaining. I got the feeling that he was trying to reach quota or something or he would have let me off. Then he had to let me off and I was happy.

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