Durendal
Threadkiller
On my way to work at nearly the witching hour, I was enjoying the open interstate. There's hardly any traffic at 11:30 PM, so I rarely have anything to worry about. I have my cruise control at 68 in a 70, when lo and behold, a Rogers PD car sitting where they usually are on weekends. It's the first time I've seen an officer on I-540 on the way to work in a few months. I'm going just under the speed limit, so I'm understandably confused when he pulls out after me. My first thought was maybe he's going somewhere on a call, but he gets right on me and, boom. Blue lights. Well, hell. I can't imagine anything I've done to warrant a stop, so I'm in a bit of a panic trying to figure out how to explain something I haven't done. He walks up to my passenger side, and I slowly reach over and open the door, since my window can't roll down. I explain that to him, then take a deep breath.
"Got your license and insurance?"
"Yes. Officer, I'm informing you that I have a CHL and the sidearm is on my left hip."
"That's cool, I'm not worried."
"...I...I was just wondering how you'd like to proceed..."
"It's no problem. What're you carrying?"
*gasp*
Traffic stop proceeds quickly and amicably, and he gives me a contact form. Not a ticket, or a warning. A FRIGGIN contact form. All it means in Rogers is "hey, we talked to you for a bit." Much better than any situation I'd dreamed up about getting stopped with a concealed handgun. A very professional stop by a very professional officer. It's nice to know I live in a city with good cops. I've never dealt directly with the very few bad ones we have.
Do you know why he stopped me? He said my license plate was so dirty he wasn't even sure what state it was. :hang3: I told him I'd clean it up as soon as I got to work. I don't know how he saw that in the dark at 70 mph, but ok.
"Got your license and insurance?"
"Yes. Officer, I'm informing you that I have a CHL and the sidearm is on my left hip."
"That's cool, I'm not worried."
"...I...I was just wondering how you'd like to proceed..."
"It's no problem. What're you carrying?"
*gasp*
Traffic stop proceeds quickly and amicably, and he gives me a contact form. Not a ticket, or a warning. A FRIGGIN contact form. All it means in Rogers is "hey, we talked to you for a bit." Much better than any situation I'd dreamed up about getting stopped with a concealed handgun. A very professional stop by a very professional officer. It's nice to know I live in a city with good cops. I've never dealt directly with the very few bad ones we have.
Do you know why he stopped me? He said my license plate was so dirty he wasn't even sure what state it was. :hang3: I told him I'd clean it up as soon as I got to work. I don't know how he saw that in the dark at 70 mph, but ok.