[singpilot]

On the 911 thread, I told the story of getting stopped on Memorial Day weekend in the 944 on the 405 in West LA.

I was in uniform after landing at LAX, it was midnight 30, and I was in the 3# lane.

I was doing the speed limit (more or less) and the left two lanes were doing the usual for midnight on a 5 lane wide LA freeway on a Friday night. Fast lane 90+ MPH, #2 lane 80+ MPH.

I am passed by a couple of fast movers playing with each other, and from WAAAAy back, I see a rooftop red light bar light up.

Man, there is never a cop when you need one, but daaaam, here's one, and they are actually gonna do something worthwhile.

Wrong!

She pulls in behind me, and lights me up with the spot. Gets on the PA as I turn on the signal, and start moving to the right shoulder, says, "Take the next offramp, turn right and park."

I do as she says, shut down, open window, hands on wheel.

She comes up says "License, Insurance, Reg."

I do, she says "Where do you live?" .... Nevada, rural route; is why a POBox on my reg, license, insurance.

She says, no way... where do you work?

I reply, bewteen 35 and 45 thousand feet. She says, No, where do you report for work? I say Las Vegas, Raleigh, San Antonio, depends on the day of the week. She wants to know where my paycheck comes from. I show her. Philadelphia (Auto Direct deposit to my bank in Las Vegas).

Long story short, she couldn't get me to say I had anything other than my boat in Kahleeefornia. She wants to know why I have a FastPass on my windsheild. I tell her for the New Jersey Turnpike. The Loop in Houston. The GW Bridge and the Holland Tunnel. And the 91 Expressway when I come see my boat from my house in Vegas.

She is pissed. I ask why I was pulled over, like duh.

She writes me for 3 MPH over the limit (68 in a 65).

I say, seeya in court.

This morning was my first appearance. I get there early. I get pulled out of line along with 10 others for a special 'test'.

We are led to a row of 'booths', and I am in the first group.

Looking at a TV screen (blue) and there is a camera looking at me.

Few minutes goes by, and a judge appears, introduces himself.

He reads my file and asks (with a smile) what did I do to piss off
the CHP?

I replied that I had the nerve to bring my red car to California with Nevada plates, and a Nevada drivers' license.

He asked how fast I was going when she pulled me over. I said, "what it says... 68 or so."

He laughs. Says every time he is on that fwy at that time of night, everyone is doing 90 or so. I agreed, was why I was way over in the #3 lane.

He asked if I came over this morning to appear, I said yes. He says, "You've suffered enough on this one... I have THAT CHP officer in my court later this morning, I will reset her priorities".

Thank you Mr. Red Car, drive carefully, case dismissed.

Screen goes back to blue.

A baliff hands me a form that says "Case Dismissed". Seeya.

Baliff said the judges were tired of security threats.

Only in California.