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Yesterday, a friend and I were driving through the thriving metropolis of Gifford, South Carolina. We were in a 55mph zone, but we entering a populated area so the speed limit decreased to 45, and then to 35mph. I was slowing down but, apparently, I wasn't slowing down fast enough. A Dodge Charger, coming the other way, hit the blues, made a u-turn and pulled me over.
The police officer was a very pleasant and professional black woman: South Carolina State Trooper Erika Abram.
She asked me for my license, etal, and while looking for my proof of insurance (my glove box is like a rat's nest), I said "Do you mind if I ask why you pulled me over?"
"I clocked you doing 57 on a 35."
"Huh. I didn't think this car could even go 57 miles per hour."
She chuckled and said "It can. I have proof."
She asked where we were going, and I told her. She asked if we had any weapons or drugs in the car, and I informed her that I had my H&K .45 in the center console. She asked if I had a permit, and I said I did, and produced it, handing it to her. She looked at me and said "Well, you don't touch your gun and I won't touch mine."
"Deal!" I said.
She went back to her car to do whatever it is cops do when they're gonna' give you a ticket, then came back to my car. I looked up at her and said "You know, it's my birthday today (and it was)."
She said she saw that and, as I was cooperative and not a dick (my characterization, not hers) she knocked it down to exceeding the speed limit, but by less than 10 miles an hour. The resulting fine is $77, as opposed to the $460 it would've cost me had she written me up for going 22 miles an hour over the limit (which I still don't think I was doing, but whatever). She also thanked me for letting her know about the legal handgun in my vehicle.
Amazingly, no one got tasered, no one got shot and no one went to jail. Respect was on a two-way street yesterday...
The police officer was a very pleasant and professional black woman: South Carolina State Trooper Erika Abram.
She asked me for my license, etal, and while looking for my proof of insurance (my glove box is like a rat's nest), I said "Do you mind if I ask why you pulled me over?"
"I clocked you doing 57 on a 35."
"Huh. I didn't think this car could even go 57 miles per hour."
She chuckled and said "It can. I have proof."
She asked where we were going, and I told her. She asked if we had any weapons or drugs in the car, and I informed her that I had my H&K .45 in the center console. She asked if I had a permit, and I said I did, and produced it, handing it to her. She looked at me and said "Well, you don't touch your gun and I won't touch mine."
"Deal!" I said.
She went back to her car to do whatever it is cops do when they're gonna' give you a ticket, then came back to my car. I looked up at her and said "You know, it's my birthday today (and it was)."
She said she saw that and, as I was cooperative and not a dick (my characterization, not hers) she knocked it down to exceeding the speed limit, but by less than 10 miles an hour. The resulting fine is $77, as opposed to the $460 it would've cost me had she written me up for going 22 miles an hour over the limit (which I still don't think I was doing, but whatever). She also thanked me for letting her know about the legal handgun in my vehicle.
Amazingly, no one got tasered, no one got shot and no one went to jail. Respect was on a two-way street yesterday...