Just a side story:
When you get a ticket, you never argue with the cop. It just makes it worse and it could get you in trouble even if you were not really in trouble. One takes it to court to get your say.
So the story goes like this. I get pulled over by a police officer doing 66 MPH in a 65 MPH, in a group of cars. Others travelling faster. The officer walks up to the vehicle, Ihave the window down and and he "Reaches" in by slapping his hand against my chest and clinching his hand into a fist, and asking "What the hell are you doing?" I get my ticket, and ask for his number and full name politely and write it down and ask him why he picked me out. He told me the Chief's wife had called and said I was flipping her off. I did not argue with the officer.
I went to court and to argue my case. The officer did not show up. The judge did not want to sign off on the ticket and so talked to me, in chambers, about speeding, and that I must have done something else to get a 1 MPH speeding ticket. So I showed him my notes and explained the situation. He was quite upset, and said if I wished to press charges, I could, I told him that I would not if he would talk to the officer and also the chief. He smiled and thanked me.
I went from being guilty with a judge to explaining myself calmly and politely and in a manner that was not aggressive. He was concerend about the absense of the officer and the possible media and political problems. I jsut wanted it not to happen again.
I got a good result by following the instructions of the officers dispatched. I did not fight. I did not stand on the Bill of Rights. I waited for my time in court.
There are rules and laws, and procedures not chaos and anarchy.
When you get a ticket, you never argue with the cop. It just makes it worse and it could get you in trouble even if you were not really in trouble. One takes it to court to get your say.
So the story goes like this. I get pulled over by a police officer doing 66 MPH in a 65 MPH, in a group of cars. Others travelling faster. The officer walks up to the vehicle, Ihave the window down and and he "Reaches" in by slapping his hand against my chest and clinching his hand into a fist, and asking "What the hell are you doing?" I get my ticket, and ask for his number and full name politely and write it down and ask him why he picked me out. He told me the Chief's wife had called and said I was flipping her off. I did not argue with the officer.
I went to court and to argue my case. The officer did not show up. The judge did not want to sign off on the ticket and so talked to me, in chambers, about speeding, and that I must have done something else to get a 1 MPH speeding ticket. So I showed him my notes and explained the situation. He was quite upset, and said if I wished to press charges, I could, I told him that I would not if he would talk to the officer and also the chief. He smiled and thanked me.
I went from being guilty with a judge to explaining myself calmly and politely and in a manner that was not aggressive. He was concerend about the absense of the officer and the possible media and political problems. I jsut wanted it not to happen again.
I got a good result by following the instructions of the officers dispatched. I did not fight. I did not stand on the Bill of Rights. I waited for my time in court.
There are rules and laws, and procedures not chaos and anarchy.