Venting...ranting...yet another citation!

[FlyingV77]

Your welcome!

[VXR]

But I gotta say - you do the crime, you pay up.

I have been pulled up by good cops, and by bad cops. Might have even been the same cop on a bad day - we all have them. (Bad days that is.)
One thing for sure, I have never been pulled up when I didn't deserve to be in the eyes of the law makers.

We just all need to live within the guidelines and laws that the majority of society have laid down for us. If you don't like it - move somewhere else.

We have the insidious mobile hidden speed cameras in Tasmania.
But we all know that they are set at 8kph (5mph) above the speed limit.
How close do you want to push it and run the risk??
The cameras are everywhere, and run by a private company.
The more tickets they write, the more money they make. They get a percentage of the fines.
No cops involved.

Is that enough to make me move interstate??
No, to many other benefits of living where I do, so I put up with it, and when I get a ticket, I get angry with myself - no one else.

Next time you get a ticket, have a look in the mirror, and get angry with that guy (or gal).
You might get less tickets then.

PK

Timid men prefer the calm of despotism to the tempestuous sea of liberty...

[Marlin]

Flying has some truth in his post. I have close friends that were both paramedics.

One did a full career in the Army as an airborne paramedic, he loved it so much,he chose to do it when he retired. He didn't do it too long before he became quite jaded. He hated the people he had to treat because of the things they did to each other. While in the service, soldiers were hurt doing their job or whatnot. In the civilian world, they were shooting each other over a pair of shoes or because of some girl. When it got to the point that he was considering not helping someone because he knew the cycle would just start over, he decided it was time to quit. He hated the people that he was supposed to help.

It has to be the same for cops. At some point, you just get fed up with the whole process. Sure, its not true for all, but stereotypes are just that, generalizations that are mostly true. If the roulette wheel generally landed on black every time, I know where I would put my money....

[Ebenezr]

This thread is exceeding the limit by 2 posts per hour.

[Chopper]

I know you've issues with it....but Fla is pretty ok with speedlimits. 70 on the big roads....(no one screws with you till over 80) Most rural 2lanes are 50 or 55....some 60. All rural 4 lanes are 65 unless passing thru urbanized zones.(+10%) No posting??? it's automatically 50. When I first got my license, there were no speed limits in many areas in Fla. I-10 for instance, was WIDE open like the autobahn. It all came to a halt with the first gas crisis in '73. Man....you were allowed to drink and drive.....you were EXPECTED to. You only got crap if you hid your gun....long as it was on your hip, in your back window, or your jacket was off....it was all good.
Ahhhhh...the good ol' days
glug...glug...glug....SCREEEEECH/crash.......bang bang bang bang!!!
yay!!! do it again! do it again! do it again!!

[Scott Harness]

I know you've issues with it....but Fla is pretty ok with speedlimits. 70 on the big roads....(no one screws with you till over 80) Most rural 2lanes are 50 or 55....some 60. All rural 4 lanes are 65 unless passing thru urbanized zones.(+10%) No posting??? it's automatically 50. When I first got my license, there were no speed limits in many areas in Fla. I-10 for instance, was WIDE open like the autobahn. It all came to a halt with the first gas crisis in '73. Man....you were allowed to drink and drive.....you were EXPECTED to. You only got crap if you hid your gun....long as it was on your hip, in your back window, or your jacket was off....it was all good.
Ahhhhh...the good ol' days
glug...glug...glug....SCREEEEECH/crash.......bang bang bang bang!!!
yay!!! do it again! do it again! do it again!!

I miss the good old days

[Ldub]

It all came to a halt with the first gas crisis in '73. Man....you were allowed to drink and drive.....you were EXPECTED to. You only got crap if you hid your gun....long as it was on your hip, in your back window, or your jacket was off....it was all good.
Ahhhhh...the good ol' days
glug...glug...glug....SCREEEEECH/crash.......bang bang bang bang!!!
yay!!! do it again! do it again! do it again!!

LOL...the good ol' daze......

Yep, in my mis-spent yoot, I was guilty of having FAR too much to drink, trying to drive home in the wee hrs, & crashing my 70 Mustang while moving along a perfectly flat/straight road in excess of 90 mph...

My car ended up hubs up in the middle of the road...I say hubs up, because the force of the rollover snapped all four ET IV's off at the lugs. The trunk lid was the only sheet metal left straight on the whole car. I was sore & had a couple of scratches on my back, but only missed a day of work...and NO I wasn't wearing a seat belt, I do WITHOUT FAIL now.

Anyway, the Deputy Sheriff who showed up must'v seen the look on the old man's face, cuz he issued no citation. I'm sure he knew that the old man's version of criminal justice would serve as a better life lesson than any fine or DUI.

Lived to repeat stupid activity...seat belt saved my life that time. Woke up in the psych ward of the Kona hospital that time.

Now-a-daze, I stays home or onna stoop!...

[Chopper]

We only had one cop where I came from. When you got arrested, you went to his livingroom. (His wife later became an officer too) If your special crime warranted...the State Police would gather you up from Lapsley's house....but our particular crimes never did. When you got caught underage drinking or drunk driving....you'd be followed home (or driven) and be turned over to the adults (usually angry adults cause it's 3AM) and be beaten accordingly


Ahhhh...the good ol' dayz

[Ebenezr]

We only had one cop where I came from. When you got arrested, you went to his livingroom. (His wife later became an officer too) If your special crime warranted...the State Police would gather you up from Lapsley's house....but our particular crimes never did. When you got caught underage drinking or drunk driving....you'd be followed home (or driven) and be turned over to the adults (usually angry adults cause it's 3AM) and be beaten accordingly


Ahhhh...the good ol' dayz

Oh yes the good old days. I remember when we would put pumpkins in the middle of the road and light them on fire and run. We would steal wood from local construction and build forts. Then there was the apple fights whoever into the barn loft had a better advantage. We would toilet paper the rotten neighbors trees and soap their windows. Ha ha try to do some of these things now and you would make national news.

[Osteomata]

Ah yes, the good old days. We can't bust heads like we used to, but we have our ways. One trick is to tell them stories that don't go anywhere. Like the time I took the fairy to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe so I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on them. Give me five bees for a quarter you'd say. Now where were we, oh ya. The important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have white onions because if the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones.
Memories.

[PK]

Timid men prefer the calm of despotism to the tempestuous sea of liberty...

Hahahahah - real coffee through the nose moment.

There are a few people at work, and those I do business with, that would love to see that statement.

Thanks for the laugh.


PK

[Ldub]

Ah yes, the good old days. We can't bust heads like we used to, but we have our ways. One trick is to tell them stories that don't go anywhere. Like the time I took the fairy to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe so I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on them. Give me five bees for a quarter you'd say. Now where were we, oh ya. The important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have white onions because if the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones.
Memories.

[BigSwede]

They tried the red light cameras in Minneapolis, but then they got thrown out in court. No speed or red light cameras in Minnesota, as of now anyway...

[Ldub]

No speed or red light cameras in Minnesota, as of now anyway...

Well of course not...Y'all don't even have an operational government...

Where's Jesse when ya need him...

[Ebenezr]

Jesse is checking out yellow onion conspiracy theories....