From: rich@grebyn.com (Richard Lawrence)
Subject: Re: Cops Suck!  Cops Suck!
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Date: Fri, 13 Nov 1992 04:28:47 GMT

In article <1992Nov11.204255.8167@cbfsb.cb.att.com> jjd1@cbnewsg.cb.att.com (james.j.dutton) writes:

>Guess I won't have to ever remember that. I can honestly say(as opposed to
>my usual) I have never heard of a cop helping out anyone I know personnaly,
>recovering anyone I know's bike(s). The thought of a cop ever ticketing
>someone who has run me off the road is the equivelant of winning the lottery.
>Course I don't hang at Dunkin Donuts, although a hell of a lot of my
>paycheck goes to paying the arrogant fat slobs.
>My seester is a cop but that is in another town. YTMV.  

My theory on this is that you get exactly one shot in your life (others
may win bonus shots if they are extremely lucky). That is, a cop will do
something good for you at least once to make up all the times you were
harassed.

My one time has already come and gone; in high school, as I sat at a
light in my souped up, blood sweat and tears went into it, restored by
my own hand, carefully and tenderly maintained, 1972 Opel GT, I watched
a "Monster Truck" that was directly in front of me put his truck in
reverse and back the hell up right over the front of my car, scraping
the shit out of the hood in the process. This was so he could get his
piece of crap truck around a u turn. 

Needless to say, my blood pressure hit a personal record high. The light
turned red as it happened, and it didn't look like I'd get a chance to
go after the guy. I was poor at the time and my car, the product of
months of labor, was ruined.

Well, the heavens above took pity on my materialistic little soul.
Directly across from us at the light sat one of Vienna's finest, who had
witnessed the whole thing, seen me laying on my horn and cussing at the
guy, and watched him take off. She stared at me, I stared at her witha
plaintive expression of hope. Lo and behold, the red and blue lights
went on, she gunned it across the intersection, and motioned for me to
follow.

I followed her down the main drag of Vienna (speed limit of 35MPH) at
speeds approaching 100MPH. When we caught up to the guy, I got out of my
car just in time to hear him describing how *I* had driven under his
truck. She had the presence of mind to grab me as I lunged for his throat,
and make me sit down while she explained to the guy in no uncertain
terms that she had seen the whole thing, he was an asshole, and she was
going to make sure he paid me every penny for the front of my car.

Well, there you have it. My one shot. In that same car I was harrassed
by cops any numbers of times (bad combination: male kid in high school
with an obviously hot german sports car). I had a cop follow me home 6
miles through two u-turns once, 2 feet off my bumper the whole way. I
had one bust me for "failure to obey a traffic signal" because I was in
the middle of an intersection when the light turned yellow. I had one
that spent 1/2 an hour combing the car to see if had any safety
violations she could bust me on because she didn't like the way it
sounded.

But, I had that one redeeming experience. You just haven't had yours
yet.

> 
>They do lie quite well though.

Yeah, well, doesn't make 'em different from any number of Denizens then,
does it? :-)
-- 
Rich Lawrence, Synoptics Systems Engineer  DOD#9630  rich@grebyn.com
     '92 Seca II "Yuri"  CI$:71101,2272  GEnie:R.LAWRENCE14
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