I was on my way home from lodge tonight and had a car speeding past me, cutting me and others off, tailgating, etc. on HWY 52. I was trying to see his plate in the distance and missed a light turning to red as he turned off onto the frontage road. As I went over the I25 bridge the red and blue lights came in my rear view. I swore and signaled to move over. I had to go through a couple more intersections to get over the bridge to where there was space to pull over.
I pulled my wallet out and rolled down my window. The officer approached and asked if I knew why he pulled me over.
I said, "Yeah, I think I missed that red back there," and handed my license and CHP over.
"Where are you headed?"
"Home."
"Do you have a current registration and insurance card?"
"In the glove. My pistol's in there."
"Ok."
I opened the glove and picked up my pistol by the grip and set it on the seat. I handed him the cards and put my gun back in the glove. He looked them over and asked, "Do you have a current insurance card?" I went to reach for the glove again, but didn't want to keep moving my gun back and forth.
"When did that expire?" I asked.
"August."
I moved my gun and looked in the glove but didn't see another card.
"No, it must be in my mail. I haven't seen it, though. I'll have to check."
He left to go back to his car. I commenced muttering to myself about paying attention and higher insurance, etc. etc. I saw another set of lights coming up in the mirror and grumbled at the thought of a long, unnecessary detention from a cover car. I saw it was a motorcycle LEO. He slowed down and then moved past us. A few minutes later, I saw the shadow of the first LEO approaching.
"Ok, Mr. ------, I'm going to let you have a warning, but it'd be a four point violation."
"Thank you, I appreciate that."
"Just stop next time. That's the number one cause of accidents and that's a high incident intersection."
"Ok, not making excuses, but did you see that Camaro that turned left onto the frontage road?"
"The Mustang? Greyish color?"
"Yeah, he cut me off and a few others along 52. That distracted me. Not making an excuse, but letting you know."
"Ok, have a good night.
All in all, not a bad encounter. When I got home, I called my insurance's 24 hour number. I confirmed my policy is current and got current cards emailed.
And countdown to out-of-staters calling me an idiot for my driving, talking to cops, gun handling, insurance, etc. in 5...4...3...2...
I pulled my wallet out and rolled down my window. The officer approached and asked if I knew why he pulled me over.
I said, "Yeah, I think I missed that red back there," and handed my license and CHP over.
"Where are you headed?"
"Home."
"Do you have a current registration and insurance card?"
"In the glove. My pistol's in there."
"Ok."
I opened the glove and picked up my pistol by the grip and set it on the seat. I handed him the cards and put my gun back in the glove. He looked them over and asked, "Do you have a current insurance card?" I went to reach for the glove again, but didn't want to keep moving my gun back and forth.
"When did that expire?" I asked.
"August."
I moved my gun and looked in the glove but didn't see another card.
"No, it must be in my mail. I haven't seen it, though. I'll have to check."
He left to go back to his car. I commenced muttering to myself about paying attention and higher insurance, etc. etc. I saw another set of lights coming up in the mirror and grumbled at the thought of a long, unnecessary detention from a cover car. I saw it was a motorcycle LEO. He slowed down and then moved past us. A few minutes later, I saw the shadow of the first LEO approaching.
"Ok, Mr. ------, I'm going to let you have a warning, but it'd be a four point violation."
"Thank you, I appreciate that."
"Just stop next time. That's the number one cause of accidents and that's a high incident intersection."
"Ok, not making excuses, but did you see that Camaro that turned left onto the frontage road?"
"The Mustang? Greyish color?"
"Yeah, he cut me off and a few others along 52. That distracted me. Not making an excuse, but letting you know."
"Ok, have a good night.
All in all, not a bad encounter. When I got home, I called my insurance's 24 hour number. I confirmed my policy is current and got current cards emailed.
And countdown to out-of-staters calling me an idiot for my driving, talking to cops, gun handling, insurance, etc. in 5...4...3...2...