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Speaking of cops, I just got home about 10 minutes ago. Here's a story for you Tag.
There's an accident where a beamer runs off the road on an onramp (only way to do this is if you overshoot the turn onto the onramp which means you're going 70+. I bypass that and go to my secondary freeway entrance to go home. It's 2:15 AM now.
A highway patrolman (CHP) follows me from the scene of the accident, he just hops in his car (I see him) and chirps the tires to follow me. I drive the speed limit like I normally do at this time of night when I can just cruise and listen to music all the way home. 30 minutes and about 29.2 miles later, as I'm taking the offramp to go home, FLASH go his lights.
I'm thinking WTF? I haven't been speeding, I didn't weave lanes, I was just on a joyride relaxing on the way home. Why am I being pulled over, and WHY NOW AFTER HALF HOUR OF FOLLOWING ME?
He comes up polite and concerned it seemed to me. He didn't ask for my license and reg, but simply asks how I was doing. !?!?!?!?!?!??! You pull me over to ask how I'm doing?
I respond with, "I'm fine, and you?"
"I'm good. Have you had anything to drink tonight?"
"Not a thing sir. I'm on my way home from work in San Francisco."
"Are you sure? You were swerving all the way home." (Again, you pull me over NOW???)
Now normally when I drive, I follow somewhat racing lines inside my lane. I start at the outside of the lane, hit the apex, and exit all the way to the outside again simulating a turn out point. I only do this on long winding turns because I think it's fun and that's how you're taught to drive when you go to places such as Skip Barber.
"I only switched lanes to exit, I had the cruise control on and I follow the correct lines for corners. Saves wear on my tires and gas mileage."
"I see, well do me a favor and lean out your window a bit please." (Oh great he thinks I'm under the influence)
(I follow his pen without a second thought and pass the exam with flying colors.)
"Alright sir, can you do me a favor and wake up?"
"Sure thing Officer. I'm 2 blocks from home anyways. Have a good night."
He wasn't aggressive, or rude, but the fact that he followed me for that long just irks the hell out of me. My curiousity is frustrating me. I don't know whether he was stupid, or just wanted to question me, but the fact he said I was swerving on the freeway, but didn't mention anything about my perfect driving on the city streets of SF is pissing me off.
Any thoughts/insight Tag?
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