So Saturday I'm heading to Bristol to pick up some seats.
Most of the way there it was a rain/snow mix, I hit Rt 9 and it clears up finally.
Driving a bit further I see the big bridge the goes over Middletown and I slow down (I remembered there were randon traffic lights coming up from when I went to Claytons for that meet)
So, I'm in a line of traffic, 1st light is red, I stop (behind another car...blue 02ish Altima to be exact)
Light turns green, everyone goes...2nd light is green I go through still following the Altima.
Out of nowhere I have a State Trooper up my ass with the lights on. At 1st I thought he was just trying to get by me but as I pull into the right lane, he follows me.
So I pull over....he pulls over
He comes up to my window and right off the bat things go bad...No license/reg dialog, just "STEP OUT OF THE CAR RIGHT NOW"....
So I'm thinking WTF...he grabs my arm and brings me to the back of car, tells me to put my hands on the roof and proceeds to search me. Now, I have nothing on me, so I'm not too worried, but at the same time I'm trying to figure out what the hell is going on.
Next thing he says to me.."What were you stuffing under your seats as you were pulling over?"
without thinking, I say "Are you fuckin nuts?"
Now he's back in yelling mode.."I SAW YOU TRYING TO HIDE SOMETHING AS YOU WERE PULLING OVER....YOU THINK I'M STUPID?...I CAN SEE THROUGH THE TINT ON THE CAR"
some I just come back with "I was turning my radio off...".......which I was
him: "What am I going to find in here?"
me: "Not a damn thing officer"
Mind you, as we're standing toe to toe, I'm 6'5 in a t-shirt and covered in tattoos...this guy was pushing 5'9 with his gay little hat on.
He proceeds to tare my car apart, takes the ITR strut bar Brian sold me out and asks "Whats this?"
me: "Its a strut bar"
him: "Is it stolen?"
me: "nope"
him: "You have a reciept?"
me "no, I bought it used"
Then we finally get to my license/registration bullshit. He asks "Whose plates are these?". I tell him they're mine. Then he starts with the where do you live, where are you going, what for, blah blah blah crap.
Finally he tells me to get back in the car, take my info and goes back to his cruiser. 10 minutes later he comes back..."This is a speeding citation, the posted limit is 45...you were going faster than that"
Hands me my shit and walks away.
Now, on the ticket, in the "Posted Speed Limit" and the "Actual Speed" boxes he JUST PUT X'S in the boxes.
In the description part, he just wrote "Not obeying posted sign"
FUCKING GREAT...its not the $75, its the insurance hike for the next 7 FUCKING YEARS
And I'm not fighting it, I can't drive 2 hours, and miss a day of work to go to court just to lose on a ticket I got because some douche doesn't like the way my car looks...
Most of the way there it was a rain/snow mix, I hit Rt 9 and it clears up finally.
Driving a bit further I see the big bridge the goes over Middletown and I slow down (I remembered there were randon traffic lights coming up from when I went to Claytons for that meet)
So, I'm in a line of traffic, 1st light is red, I stop (behind another car...blue 02ish Altima to be exact)
Light turns green, everyone goes...2nd light is green I go through still following the Altima.
Out of nowhere I have a State Trooper up my ass with the lights on. At 1st I thought he was just trying to get by me but as I pull into the right lane, he follows me.
So I pull over....he pulls over
He comes up to my window and right off the bat things go bad...No license/reg dialog, just "STEP OUT OF THE CAR RIGHT NOW"....
So I'm thinking WTF...he grabs my arm and brings me to the back of car, tells me to put my hands on the roof and proceeds to search me. Now, I have nothing on me, so I'm not too worried, but at the same time I'm trying to figure out what the hell is going on.
Next thing he says to me.."What were you stuffing under your seats as you were pulling over?"
without thinking, I say "Are you fuckin nuts?"
Now he's back in yelling mode.."I SAW YOU TRYING TO HIDE SOMETHING AS YOU WERE PULLING OVER....YOU THINK I'M STUPID?...I CAN SEE THROUGH THE TINT ON THE CAR"
some I just come back with "I was turning my radio off...".......which I was
him: "What am I going to find in here?"
me: "Not a damn thing officer"
Mind you, as we're standing toe to toe, I'm 6'5 in a t-shirt and covered in tattoos...this guy was pushing 5'9 with his gay little hat on.
He proceeds to tare my car apart, takes the ITR strut bar Brian sold me out and asks "Whats this?"
me: "Its a strut bar"
him: "Is it stolen?"
me: "nope"
him: "You have a reciept?"
me "no, I bought it used"
Then we finally get to my license/registration bullshit. He asks "Whose plates are these?". I tell him they're mine. Then he starts with the where do you live, where are you going, what for, blah blah blah crap.
Finally he tells me to get back in the car, take my info and goes back to his cruiser. 10 minutes later he comes back..."This is a speeding citation, the posted limit is 45...you were going faster than that"
Hands me my shit and walks away.
Now, on the ticket, in the "Posted Speed Limit" and the "Actual Speed" boxes he JUST PUT X'S in the boxes.
In the description part, he just wrote "Not obeying posted sign"
FUCKING GREAT...its not the $75, its the insurance hike for the next 7 FUCKING YEARS
And I'm not fighting it, I can't drive 2 hours, and miss a day of work to go to court just to lose on a ticket I got because some douche doesn't like the way my car looks...