reply to post by L00kingGlass
I'll follow your lead, as your image reminds me of the funniest damn stop I ever experienced. This may not be the right time for humour, so flame if
you will. Feb 3 2003 aprox. 2pm. 210 freeway Arcadia Ca. Upon leaving work I was in my white lowered toyota pick up I had built for heavy freeway
traffic. Very fast Racing equipment
down to the breaking system was changed over to racing discs all the way around. Everything shy of ejection seats. One passenger. A guy I was giving a
ride home from work.
So we're east bound going for the 909 area code. Stuck in heavy traffic but still rolling at 10 to 20 mph. I begin
the nascar warming of my tires as if the caution flag was out. Weaving side to side in my lane as if I'm following a pace car just itching for the
Instead of a green I got the red from an officer of the CHP who I noticed had spotted us from his position of observation of traffic. Why stop warming
my tires right ? Especially when I knew he already was on us ? That would be an admission of guilt right there. So I pull over on the inside of the
freeway. This makes some officers happy. They can approach the drivers side and feel pretty safe as I understand this bit of knowledge I possess.
Now this officer dismounts his kawasaki 750 as I'm looking at him in my DSRVM . I immediatly have to hit the passengers left shoulder with my right
hand and say." OMG ! Check this guy out ! This guy was huge and his dismount was the most exaggerated robo cop emulation you could ever imagine with
full on attitude and malice.
So now my passenger is rubber necking hard out back window and the officer grabs ticket book inthose spaciated robotic movements most people know the
likes of M.C. Hammer for. the officer is now ready to approach . First knee comes up past the officers belt line, pause, wait for it, begin approach.
First foot from above his right knee slams the pavement simaltaneously as fist grpping pen 90 degree angled right arm elavates fist a good six inches
higher than the officers helmut.Culminating in a repetition of successive
overly obssessive simalar robotism all the way up to my drivers side door. This guy was huge, looking down at me at me in my lowered ass boy toy, I
could hardly know what the hell was happening with this gent.
I didn't know if I was supposed to laugh or not. I mean I certainly wanted to. But what if I did and he just decides to empty his magazine on us ? So
I'm completely befuddled and my partner is turned away, looking into traffic and as quietly as he can be, is already in complete histerics at this
guy, then the officer bursts out.
"What in the hell are you doing citizen ?" Yup you're correct, I completely lost it. Just then the officer breaks his routine and chewed me out for
five minutes. Then noticed it was my birthday and basically didn't really know what to right me up for anyway, so he let me go. But not before
re-entering his robo cop routine and proceeding back to his bike and riding off into the opposite direction of the sunset. With me and my partner
laughing our asses off and waving as he disappeared into that never ending line of L.A. traffic. It was another five minutes at least before I could
start my truck up and merge back into traffic.Did I mention this guy was huge ?
My point? Cops are people too.
edit on 29-1-2012 by randyvs because: (no reason given)