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Originally Posted by look 171
Re-fund the police is what I say.
Yep, as we age, they leave us old dudes alone. Most cops are ok but you do get that one dick head that ruins the image for all the good ones. Few months ago, I was hauling ass doing about 85 down the fwy. I have no idea where this cope came out of but he pulled up, look at me and drove up to the car up ahead with has shiny rims and hit his lights. I have a full head of hair, with little gray on my temple, but I looked at the driver as I drove by. He was a younger 20 something year old. Sucks. We were going the same speed.
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I get it. In my experience there are some cops who do definitely single out young people to f*** with.
When I was 16, and a new driver, out on a date with my girlfriend a local cop followed us home to her house about a mile out of town. I pulled into her driveway with him right behind us. He hit the lights and gave the siren a little blip. Walked up to the car and asked for DL and registration. My girl friend was scared to death and her parents were at the window watching. The cop game me a lecture on how important it is to have working lights, especially brake lights,blah, blah, blah then backed out and left. There was nothing wrong with any of the lights on the car, he was just having some fun harassing a kid.
A couple of years later I was on my motorcycle with my girlfriend. We both had helmets on but she didn't have eye protection. A pair of cops coming the other way slammed a U-turn behind us, roared up on us and pulled us over. They went through the bike's tool bag, her purse, and my wallet. When they couldn't find anything they told us we couldn't ride anymore without eye protection or they would give me a ticket. "BUT! There is a drug store in the next town. You
WILL drive to the drug store at no more than 10 mph and stop at that store and get sunglasses. If you exceed 10 mph you will get a ticket." So he followed us into town, 10 feet off of my rear tire with the lights flashing and the siren screaming. Just a couple of good cops having a little fun on a Saturday night.
I got called into the Sheriff's station back in 1970 and was questioned about something I had no knowledge of. Scared the crap out of me. They finished questioning me and told me I could go, but don't leave the county until they tell me I can. That was 52 years ago and I haven't heard a word from them. I guess that makes me a fugitive.
Then there are the
two times I got my car tossed, once by the New York State Police and once by the Ohio State Highway Patrol. I was 19, driving a 5/6 year old red Porsche - so I was profiled as a drug dealer. My fault for being ambitious and good with a welder.
By the time I was in my 50s cops started showing me some respect, but in fact I had deserved that respect all along. If they thought they were teaching me a lesson they were right - I learned not to trust or respect the police.