One of the many misconceptions I hear about traffic enforcement, particularly with regard to motors, is that we “hide”. Allow me to take this opportunity to dispel some myths for you.
First off, let’s operate under the assumption that we do, in fact, hide. My response?
Now, that certainly isn’t the touchy-feely, mollycoddling response today’s society has come to expect, nay, demand from their friendly, neighborhood police officer. In response, I offer a familiar retort:
I feel a whole other rant coming on about how we handle most situations with kid gloves for fear of upsetting the tender sensibilities of society at large, but I’ll restrain myself and talk specifically about the “hiding” issue.
I’m sure I’ve offended some by my curt “So?”, so let the indulging begin. I sit on my motor at every location I monitor. It’s not a small motorcycle. It’s black and white. It’s says “Police” on multiple surfaces. I am wearing a full police uniform with big ass boots to boot. (*Rimshot*) I’ve got a helmet on that makes me look eerily like The Great Gazoo, minus the green face and antennae. And the cape…egads, what I’d do for a cape.
The point is, I stick out.
As a matter of fact, I frequently hear, “I know you sit there!” after I’ve stopped someone. To which I’ve always wanted to reply, “And yet you still decided to speed.”
The fact that it is well established where I sit to do speed enforcement and yet I consistently stop speeders there isn’t a reflection on me, folks. It’s a reflection on how far up your own dark and smellies you bury your collective heads.
*We offer this break to further pander to you and insist that when I use the word “you”, I am not speaking directly about you, my dear reader, but all those others “you’s” out there. Rest assured I would never want to upset you. And by “you”, I mean you. This time. Promise.*
Recently, I’ve been tasked with monitoring some stop signs for chronic running. By and large, the largest group of offenders happen to be cyclists. Yes, yes, I know we’ve talked about them before (I amused the crap outta myself re-reading this nearly 3-year-old post. Do yourself a favor and click on over). My point in bringing them up this time around is the fact that I’m parked in a patrol car (extra duty) in uniform and about 50′ from the stop sign…and I’ve a clear view of about 500′ approaching the stop. There is no landscaping blocking the view; their view of me or my view of them. Hell, I stand outside my car and just wave them over to me. I may as well be wearing a day-glo orange jumpsuit with flashing pasties (admit it, you’re picturing it) for crying out loud. I’ve still written 25 tickets in about a three-hour period.
So, it would seem that it really doesn’t matter if I’m hiding or not. There are those that are determined to break the law and put others (and themselves) at risk.
What’s that? You’re not that person? You drive the limit all the time, stop at every required stop, signal every lane change, stay off your cell phone, and buckle up? Then what the hell are you blathering about? Oh, it’s not fair?
Well, sir and/or ma’am, fair is a four-letter word that applies to the bus. You’ve been misspelling it all these years. It’s F-A-R-E.