BroncoMama
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Uneventful day? Not here, pal!!
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dieslcruisrhead
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- Park City & Heber City Utah
Tacoma, excellent writing and story, who knew this guy named Tacoma on the different boards out there would be such a character, with such an ECLECTIC vocabulary.. I really enjoyed it alot...
Was your judge Judge Clair Paulsen in a small office with a lot of murder mystery novels in the background? In my case, he was not so forthcoming..
Here is my little story...
The story starts out in New York State the summer I believe before I moved out here. I get a call that the old man needs me right away to come and pick him up at the shop because his car is going in for work... So I am to drop absolutely everything, and come get him. Well I do that including my wallet which I left with whatever else I was doing. The shop is also only a couple miles away so no big deal. I run into the shop, pick up the Old Man and also request an inspection for my car, and that are going to do it the next morning... My Old Man (who is rarely a tennis player) just happens to be completely decked out in Tennis attire, complete with headband... Just as we are pulling out, a state trooper cruising by clearly takes notice of my car and particularly the expired inspection sticker. But he keeps cruising by, phew. My old man, long hair and scraggly with a headband on, probably looks like an old hippie (he sort of is an old hippy) and I have my long hair and we are in a beat up old Volvo. We clearly stand out.
We keep cruising and briefly stop at the post office. Just as we are coming out, the cop is there, sure enough he went all the way up and decided to turn around to come back and get us, miles of useless driving just for us so he is clearly "on a mission" for some reason. My front license plate is also missing (but sitting between the seat). This is in the early days (2001) of computers so I did not have my license on me and it is taking forever. In the middle of this "FORAY" the old man decides to get out of the car and say in his uber liberal borderline snotty educated accent, wearing a tennis outfit including headband even though not actually playing tennis, "ooofff-ic-eer, is there aanny-waay you can possibly just let this go, I'm really late for my tennis game."
So naturally, we are an easy 20-30 minutes and the officer chalks it up to time needed because I didn't have my license on me (yeah right). He also promptly decides to completely inspect the vehicle and write me a ticket for everything wrong, so I am nickel and dimed, front license plate, inspection sticker, leaky exhaust, etc... I explain the car is going in first thing in the morning for a new inspection and to have these little things but the cop will have none of it.
Anyway I say to my dad, "you realize this is completely your fault, I am here because of you" and my old man would have none of it, "it is my car" therefore my tickets. After much fighting he days he will pay one ticket and I get the rest, which I reluctantly agree to. So I pay all but one $50 ticket...
Fast forward a few years, the old crummy Volvo is long gone and I am in Utah. I was driving a hot red Saab with California plates and my hair had gotten a little longer and pretty soon I had (dreadlocks). I am half Brazilian so this is natural for me, and I hardly even did any drugs or anything of the sort and was actually a generally a responsible law abiding citizen, I just happened to have dreads at the time. So naturally, I was pulled over so no reason whatsoever. I also happened to have Ken Dahlberg (who is awesome and a good friend) but is 40-something from Orem, I barely knew him and I thought he was mostly very conservative LDS (which he is not, he thinks it is funny looking back at it). We were on our way to Roosevelt, just east of Duchesne, where a random guy there had a super rare turbo diesel 80 series Land Cruiser with 420,000 miles on it, for sale for $10G (we were going just to look) that run/functioned/looked like it have maybe 100K or 130K miles on it, oddly enough. (Quite bizarre).
Anyway, they run my license and it turns out I have a $50 outstanding ticket in New York State, that somehow rendered my license suspended. My old man F'd me and never paid the ticket. I am promptly arrested (for the first time in my life), they search the car, all sorts of remnants from the Halloween costume (I was a Q-tip so there are two large clumps of pillow fluffing), all sorts of other junk... The officer says "I will probably just let you go," who is really nice and we hit if off actually. But decides he needs to double check with his supervisor... About two minutes later the supervisor comes over from the other far side of town. They BS for about 5 minutes about baptism this and such and such that and the officer begins explaining the situation.. The Supervisor takes one look at me and says, "book 'em."
So I get hauled off to jail. The fine is close to $400 I think, I don't have it so I get bailed out by Beehive Bail Bonds. I am in jail about 45 minutes and am told to return back to Duchesne for court.
So I come back to Duchesne and Roosevelt, it is the same car, ticket paid though, same hair, and of course get pulled over again. Just like before they don't even run the registration, they run the VIN only to make sure the car isn't stolen (unreal), and do everything in their power to weasel their way into a search. Every time I say "be my guest" as it is drugs they are clearly concerned about. I am clearly being "profiled." Also, even though I lived in Utah, I don't think I actually ever registered the car for whatever reason and left it under the old owner's name, I just carried insurance, hence the California plates. I'm not sure what my logic was with this, but it turned out the "blinders" I suppose had made them completely incompitent at their job. All of those times I got pulled over, all of those times they ran my license and checked the VIN, it turned out the Calif. registration was expired for several years and the owner had misinformed me (and I had made the mistake by not getting it registered), so every every single time I got pulled over their profiling and searching the car and focus on drugs made them useless for actually simply runing the registration. The officer explains the Meth epidemic and I realize I am getting profiled as a meth trafficker. Not surprising, I get pulled over several more times this year in similar circumstances, twice even in a the same trip once to St. George to buy some car parts. So the dreadlocks came off shortly after, and never back since....
When I come back, this time the mission is a success and I at least finally see the turbo diesel Land Cruiser that was fairly amazing actually. It belonged to a metal building salesman the entire west coast was his region hence the unbelievable miles (420,000). It had blown the stock engine at 230,000 miles and because the guy drove so much, he found a top of the line guy in California and plunkered down I think $20G for the high end factory non-USA Toyota turbodiesel conversion, but it actually paid for itself quickly. He also had it partially restored with new seats etc which was why it was so clean. I posted up about it and some poor sap in California took my review as a positive review and actually bought it site unseen. But it turned out to be a good truck and is actually still trucking along, amazing enough and is still in good shape.
On the way back I meet with the judge, and explain the situation. He enjoyed the conversation, turns out he is a murder mystery novelist mostly oriented to the LDS crowd. But he has not of it and the story and says you are still guilty, so all of that for nothing. Two trips to Duchesne/Roosevelt, two searches, $300 in fines and a driving on a suspended license ticket, all to see some old diesel Land Cruiser with 420,000 miles on it.
Priceless...
Was your judge Judge Clair Paulsen in a small office with a lot of murder mystery novels in the background? In my case, he was not so forthcoming..
Here is my little story...
The story starts out in New York State the summer I believe before I moved out here. I get a call that the old man needs me right away to come and pick him up at the shop because his car is going in for work... So I am to drop absolutely everything, and come get him. Well I do that including my wallet which I left with whatever else I was doing. The shop is also only a couple miles away so no big deal. I run into the shop, pick up the Old Man and also request an inspection for my car, and that are going to do it the next morning... My Old Man (who is rarely a tennis player) just happens to be completely decked out in Tennis attire, complete with headband... Just as we are pulling out, a state trooper cruising by clearly takes notice of my car and particularly the expired inspection sticker. But he keeps cruising by, phew. My old man, long hair and scraggly with a headband on, probably looks like an old hippie (he sort of is an old hippy) and I have my long hair and we are in a beat up old Volvo. We clearly stand out.
We keep cruising and briefly stop at the post office. Just as we are coming out, the cop is there, sure enough he went all the way up and decided to turn around to come back and get us, miles of useless driving just for us so he is clearly "on a mission" for some reason. My front license plate is also missing (but sitting between the seat). This is in the early days (2001) of computers so I did not have my license on me and it is taking forever. In the middle of this "FORAY" the old man decides to get out of the car and say in his uber liberal borderline snotty educated accent, wearing a tennis outfit including headband even though not actually playing tennis, "ooofff-ic-eer, is there aanny-waay you can possibly just let this go, I'm really late for my tennis game."
So naturally, we are an easy 20-30 minutes and the officer chalks it up to time needed because I didn't have my license on me (yeah right). He also promptly decides to completely inspect the vehicle and write me a ticket for everything wrong, so I am nickel and dimed, front license plate, inspection sticker, leaky exhaust, etc... I explain the car is going in first thing in the morning for a new inspection and to have these little things but the cop will have none of it.
Anyway I say to my dad, "you realize this is completely your fault, I am here because of you" and my old man would have none of it, "it is my car" therefore my tickets. After much fighting he days he will pay one ticket and I get the rest, which I reluctantly agree to. So I pay all but one $50 ticket...
Fast forward a few years, the old crummy Volvo is long gone and I am in Utah. I was driving a hot red Saab with California plates and my hair had gotten a little longer and pretty soon I had (dreadlocks). I am half Brazilian so this is natural for me, and I hardly even did any drugs or anything of the sort and was actually a generally a responsible law abiding citizen, I just happened to have dreads at the time. So naturally, I was pulled over so no reason whatsoever. I also happened to have Ken Dahlberg (who is awesome and a good friend) but is 40-something from Orem, I barely knew him and I thought he was mostly very conservative LDS (which he is not, he thinks it is funny looking back at it). We were on our way to Roosevelt, just east of Duchesne, where a random guy there had a super rare turbo diesel 80 series Land Cruiser with 420,000 miles on it, for sale for $10G (we were going just to look) that run/functioned/looked like it have maybe 100K or 130K miles on it, oddly enough. (Quite bizarre).
Anyway, they run my license and it turns out I have a $50 outstanding ticket in New York State, that somehow rendered my license suspended. My old man F'd me and never paid the ticket. I am promptly arrested (for the first time in my life), they search the car, all sorts of remnants from the Halloween costume (I was a Q-tip so there are two large clumps of pillow fluffing), all sorts of other junk... The officer says "I will probably just let you go," who is really nice and we hit if off actually. But decides he needs to double check with his supervisor... About two minutes later the supervisor comes over from the other far side of town. They BS for about 5 minutes about baptism this and such and such that and the officer begins explaining the situation.. The Supervisor takes one look at me and says, "book 'em."
So I get hauled off to jail. The fine is close to $400 I think, I don't have it so I get bailed out by Beehive Bail Bonds. I am in jail about 45 minutes and am told to return back to Duchesne for court.
So I come back to Duchesne and Roosevelt, it is the same car, ticket paid though, same hair, and of course get pulled over again. Just like before they don't even run the registration, they run the VIN only to make sure the car isn't stolen (unreal), and do everything in their power to weasel their way into a search. Every time I say "be my guest" as it is drugs they are clearly concerned about. I am clearly being "profiled." Also, even though I lived in Utah, I don't think I actually ever registered the car for whatever reason and left it under the old owner's name, I just carried insurance, hence the California plates. I'm not sure what my logic was with this, but it turned out the "blinders" I suppose had made them completely incompitent at their job. All of those times I got pulled over, all of those times they ran my license and checked the VIN, it turned out the Calif. registration was expired for several years and the owner had misinformed me (and I had made the mistake by not getting it registered), so every every single time I got pulled over their profiling and searching the car and focus on drugs made them useless for actually simply runing the registration. The officer explains the Meth epidemic and I realize I am getting profiled as a meth trafficker. Not surprising, I get pulled over several more times this year in similar circumstances, twice even in a the same trip once to St. George to buy some car parts. So the dreadlocks came off shortly after, and never back since....
When I come back, this time the mission is a success and I at least finally see the turbo diesel Land Cruiser that was fairly amazing actually. It belonged to a metal building salesman the entire west coast was his region hence the unbelievable miles (420,000). It had blown the stock engine at 230,000 miles and because the guy drove so much, he found a top of the line guy in California and plunkered down I think $20G for the high end factory non-USA Toyota turbodiesel conversion, but it actually paid for itself quickly. He also had it partially restored with new seats etc which was why it was so clean. I posted up about it and some poor sap in California took my review as a positive review and actually bought it site unseen. But it turned out to be a good truck and is actually still trucking along, amazing enough and is still in good shape.
On the way back I meet with the judge, and explain the situation. He enjoyed the conversation, turns out he is a murder mystery novelist mostly oriented to the LDS crowd. But he has not of it and the story and says you are still guilty, so all of that for nothing. Two trips to Duchesne/Roosevelt, two searches, $300 in fines and a driving on a suspended license ticket, all to see some old diesel Land Cruiser with 420,000 miles on it.
Priceless...
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Tacoma
Et incurventur ante non
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HAHAHAH
That was my judge, and he must have been in a great mood...
What part of NY did you come from?? I grew up in Oneida, and I do NOT miss it, esp. the winters.
When I left NY, and got my UT driver's license, I called NY and told them I had moved, etc etc. Fast forward 5 years, I get pulled over in Corning for a headlight out... Cop comes back and tells me my license is suspended.
"What for?"
"Not your UT license, your NY license, it's expired."
"What?!? I don't HAVE a NY license, I've lived in UT for the last 5 years."
"SIR! YOUR NY LICENSE IS EXPIRED AND YOU ARE NOT DRIVING OUT OF HERE."
" WTF!!! I DON"T HAVE A NY LICENSE!!! I DON"T FREAKIN LIVE HERE!!!!"
So after nearly going to jail, on a Friday night, I had to wait all weekend at a friend's house in Corning, go to the DMV and have them type me up a letter saying that I have no NY license, and haven't for some time, and then go to court... where I waited for like 4hrs, alpabetical! behind all these mouthbreathing wifebeaters and shoplifters. I get up, the officer is in court. I explain with much irritation and disgust what happened, the judge gives me the WTF look, and asks if the cop is there and to approach. So he does, and then we both approach the bench, where the judge very calmly RIPS that cop a new one. Dismisses all the tickets, orders the cop to apologize for wasting my time, the court's time, and costing me my weekend, and strongly suggests that I file a formal complaint, which I had already done. And then I got the hell out of Corning before he could find me and beat me to death LOL
NY troopers love it when you get out of the car, and they really love it when you've got better things to do.
That was my judge, and he must have been in a great mood...
What part of NY did you come from?? I grew up in Oneida, and I do NOT miss it, esp. the winters. When I left NY, and got my UT driver's license, I called NY and told them I had moved, etc etc. Fast forward 5 years, I get pulled over in Corning for a headlight out... Cop comes back and tells me my license is suspended.
"What for?"
"Not your UT license, your NY license, it's expired."
"What?!? I don't HAVE a NY license, I've lived in UT for the last 5 years."
"SIR! YOUR NY LICENSE IS EXPIRED AND YOU ARE NOT DRIVING OUT OF HERE."
" WTF!!! I DON"T HAVE A NY LICENSE!!! I DON"T FREAKIN LIVE HERE!!!!"
So after nearly going to jail, on a Friday night, I had to wait all weekend at a friend's house in Corning, go to the DMV and have them type me up a letter saying that I have no NY license, and haven't for some time, and then go to court... where I waited for like 4hrs, alpabetical! behind all these mouthbreathing wifebeaters and shoplifters. I get up, the officer is in court. I explain with much irritation and disgust what happened, the judge gives me the WTF look, and asks if the cop is there and to approach. So he does, and then we both approach the bench, where the judge very calmly RIPS that cop a new one. Dismisses all the tickets, orders the cop to apologize for wasting my time, the court's time, and costing me my weekend, and strongly suggests that I file a formal complaint, which I had already done.
And then I got the hell out of Corning before he could find me and beat me to death LOL NY troopers love it when you get out of the car, and they really love it when you've got better things to do.
dieslcruisrhead
Registered User
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- Park City & Heber City Utah
Too funny... I know the area, there is a kid I worked with from Corning, Brian Alipiev, mid 25s, not sure if it reings a bell, now out in Park City... I'm from up near Lake Placid, Keen Valley to be exact.. then down near Westchester where my mom lives