I have. It's funny. And not really far from the truth, depending on your perspective, of course. It went something like this...
I stopped a woman a couple weeks ago for doing 53 in a 40. During the initial contact she was sweet as could be. She was probably in her late 50's or early 60's. She had a seven to eight month old baby in the rear seat. She was late taking little Johnny or Susie to her daughter's place. I went back to the bike and wrote her a ticket. I brought it back to her and she said, "This really pisses me off." I tried to explain to her that I understood and no one likes to get a ticket.
She went on to say, "I see assholes doing stupid shit on this road all the time. Why don't you stop any of them?" I told her I stop anyone I see committing a violation and issue them a ticket. I just happened to see her committing a violation. She kept pitching a fit. I said something to the effect of, "I wasn't sitting in the car pressing your foot down on the accelerator." I was quickly tiring of her weak ass excuses. I mean take some responsibility why don't you.
As I'm walking back to the bike she says, "You're an asshole." This formerly sweet natured gramma type. Unreal. I stopped and said, "I'm a what now?" Then I walked back to the car and said, "That's a fantastic attitude you have there and a stellar example to what I assume is your grandchild. Have a good day."
When she started to drive away, she chirped the tires a bit and I yelled, "If you speed away from here, I'll write you another ticket....cuz I'm an Asshole!" Man....talk about personal satisfaction.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
My apologies...
I know I haven't updated in awhile and when I finally do it's less than uplifting and entertaining. (Refer to 'another emotional day'). So I apologize; however, I'm not quite done yet. I was almost at the diner where I was going to meet the other Motors on the way to the funeral when I heard this on the police radio..."Motor officer down." Pretty much the last thing any cop wants to hear is "officer down". It was that much worse that it was a Motor when we're supposed to be going to a funeral for a Motor.
I flipped on the lites and siren and hauled ass to where the officer was down. I was the third officer on scene. When I rolled up, I saw an officer wearing a helmet, face down, on the pavement in the middle of the intersection. He wasn't moving. His bike was on it's side and the contents of the saddlebags strewn around the intersection. Before I drag this out too far, he will be fine. Long story short, he sustained a dislocated shoulder, torn rotator cuff, and some minor fractures in the shoulder. He's already been released from the hospital.
The poor guy was just sitting on his Motor at a red lite when a car hit him from behind. Turns out the idiot driver had a (and I use the term loosely here) dog in his car. The alleged dog was trying to get in his lap. The driver was pushing the supposed canine off of him and didn't see the red lite in front of him. He hits his brakes. Then he realizes he's not gonna be able to stop. The he sees a motorcycle in front of him. Not sure at what point he realized it was a cop. There's a nice dent on the hood of dumbass' car where the helmet hit.
Like normal (and by normal I mean twisted) Motor cops, as soon as we found out he was okay, the jokes began. Obviously, the cop isn't at fault for the collision, but I'm pretty sure a version of the report will make it to his desk. In that particular version, he'll be found at fault for running the red lite or some such nonsense.
Hard way to start the day on your way to a fuckin' funeral, you know?
I flipped on the lites and siren and hauled ass to where the officer was down. I was the third officer on scene. When I rolled up, I saw an officer wearing a helmet, face down, on the pavement in the middle of the intersection. He wasn't moving. His bike was on it's side and the contents of the saddlebags strewn around the intersection. Before I drag this out too far, he will be fine. Long story short, he sustained a dislocated shoulder, torn rotator cuff, and some minor fractures in the shoulder. He's already been released from the hospital.
The poor guy was just sitting on his Motor at a red lite when a car hit him from behind. Turns out the idiot driver had a (and I use the term loosely here) dog in his car. The alleged dog was trying to get in his lap. The driver was pushing the supposed canine off of him and didn't see the red lite in front of him. He hits his brakes. Then he realizes he's not gonna be able to stop. The he sees a motorcycle in front of him. Not sure at what point he realized it was a cop. There's a nice dent on the hood of dumbass' car where the helmet hit.
Like normal (and by normal I mean twisted) Motor cops, as soon as we found out he was okay, the jokes began. Obviously, the cop isn't at fault for the collision, but I'm pretty sure a version of the report will make it to his desk. In that particular version, he'll be found at fault for running the red lite or some such nonsense.
Hard way to start the day on your way to a fuckin' funeral, you know?
Another emotional day
Today, I went to another funeral.
On 11/12/08, Deputy Larry Canfield died doing exactly what I do every day. He was trying to catch a speeder. Deputy Canfield was a Motor with the contract city of Rancho Cordova (contracted with Sac County SO). It's hard to consider that something like The gist is as follows...
Deputy Canfield was on his Motor using his Lidar when he witnessed a speeder. While attempting to catch the speeder, with his emergency lites active and his siren on, a 79 year old driver made a left hand turn directly in front of Deputy Canfield. Deputy Canfield hit the vehicle and was ejected from his Motor. The local paper stated Deputy Canfield most likely didn't feel much, if anything at all.
I think this one was harder for me because Deputy Canfield was my brother. Not biologically. But he was a Motor. We're a breed apart. We're different. There is actually a T-shirt I've seen worn that says "Motor cops even scare other cops."
During the processional from the church to the cemetary, I was connected via radio to a few other Motors. One said, "As far as I can see...only Motors." To which another responded, "As it should be." Still one more said, "We're a band of brothers." I was too overwhelmed at the time to verbalize how much I agree with all of them. As far as I could see, in front of me and behind, the only thing I saw was Motors. We all had our lites on. It's a very powerful image.
The processional went for between 15 and 20 miles. On EVERY overpass people were lined up. Most of the overpasses had Fire trucks with Fire personnel standing on top of their rigs. They were either at parade rest or saluting. Since my Dad is retired Fire, I cried at every overpass. I wanted to salute them back; however, my right hand control the throttle and in such close proximity to the other guys, you just can't let go. Instead, and I have the Wife to thank for this, I signed "Thank You" with my left hand. It made me feel better. Maybe someone understood me.
On 11/12/08, Deputy Larry Canfield died doing exactly what I do every day. He was trying to catch a speeder. Deputy Canfield was a Motor with the contract city of Rancho Cordova (contracted with Sac County SO). It's hard to consider that something like The gist is as follows...
Deputy Canfield was on his Motor using his Lidar when he witnessed a speeder. While attempting to catch the speeder, with his emergency lites active and his siren on, a 79 year old driver made a left hand turn directly in front of Deputy Canfield. Deputy Canfield hit the vehicle and was ejected from his Motor. The local paper stated Deputy Canfield most likely didn't feel much, if anything at all.
I think this one was harder for me because Deputy Canfield was my brother. Not biologically. But he was a Motor. We're a breed apart. We're different. There is actually a T-shirt I've seen worn that says "Motor cops even scare other cops."
During the processional from the church to the cemetary, I was connected via radio to a few other Motors. One said, "As far as I can see...only Motors." To which another responded, "As it should be." Still one more said, "We're a band of brothers." I was too overwhelmed at the time to verbalize how much I agree with all of them. As far as I could see, in front of me and behind, the only thing I saw was Motors. We all had our lites on. It's a very powerful image.
The processional went for between 15 and 20 miles. On EVERY overpass people were lined up. Most of the overpasses had Fire trucks with Fire personnel standing on top of their rigs. They were either at parade rest or saluting. Since my Dad is retired Fire, I cried at every overpass. I wanted to salute them back; however, my right hand control the throttle and in such close proximity to the other guys, you just can't let go. Instead, and I have the Wife to thank for this, I signed "Thank You" with my left hand. It made me feel better. Maybe someone understood me.
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