Discussion in 'General Chat' started by Bergdorf Goodwill, Feb 7, 2007.
You driving in a Bugatti or something?
I wish. Happens in a lincoln MKZ, Navigator, or Infiniti M56
Um, no. ETOH is metabolized more like a fat. In fact, ETOH, just like a fat, has about double the calories of a carb by portion.
Are you, by any chance, black? Because that might explain it.
haha, as they say in bmore, i got pulled over for a DWB. 187 is as pasty a mother fucker as they come though.
Also incorrect. A gram of alcohol has 7 calories. A gram of both protein and carbohydrates has 4 calories. A gram of fat has 9 calories.
Notice the "about" and "more like?" I have had this little nugget of knowledge you just posted for like, oh, 20 years. Is seven, just like nine, not "about" double four? I figure in the "pissed off" thread an "about" is all the explanation needed. Now tell me FLD does not come in both flavours, i.e. NAFLD and that due to excessive ETOH intake.
He just wishes he was black.
lol not quite that bad.
So the story is I was driving on a country road near where I used to live at 8am on a weekday; just doing a morning commute but I was on a different road than I usually travel to work because I had an appointment. I was definitely speeding, though I don't think I was speeding as badly as he said I was. It is a smallish road but nobody really goes the limit as everyone who's on the road knows the road well, and he was at a spot where the road widens and straightens before coming on to the main road.
Well, he must have radar'ed me but I didn't see him at all, and he was in an unmarked car. He pulled up behind me at the traffic light to get on the main road. I even saw the motherfucker in my rearview mirror and thought "that looks like an unmarked cop car but he hasn't pulled me over or anything so i must be fine." Anyways, it's a long-ass light, at least 90 seconds, and he just sits there and I sit there.
I turn on to the main road and drive about a mile. I still see him in my rearview but I've kind of forgotten him. I'm doing a couple MPH over the limit but only about 5. I suddenly realize, fuck, that is a po-po, I better make sure I'm under the limit. About the time I do that, and hit the brakes, his lights come on.
I pull into a parking lot (e.g. private property). He pulls in diagonally behind me to block me... so I can't, uhh, back out of my parking spot and speed away?
He gets out of his car and starts yelling at me. "Where the hell are you going in such a hurry?" blah blah blah. In the meantime, he's called for fucking backup and a second car arrives.
Anyways, finally he asks for my license and registration, saying he's got me speeding on both roads. Of course, on this day, I'm not sure where my wallet is. I'm 99% sure it's in the trunk in a jacket pocket but I had been headed to an appt. close to home (actually in the lot where I'm parked) but I was late and knew I could run the 5 minutes back home if it wasn't in there after the appt.
Also, I was riding dirty. My tags were expired. Fuck.
He proceeds to sit in his car for fucking 30 minutes. Occasionally he gets out and talks to the other officer.
Finally he returns, and starts handing tickets in the window.
#1 - Speeding on road #1.
#2 - Speeding on road #2.
#3 - He says there is ice on the ground (there had been flurries the evening before but it was, at this time, 51 degrees F) so for the speeding on road #2 he was calling it negligent driving.
#4 - Again claiming the ice, he says the more egregious speeding on road #1 was reckless driving.
#5 - Failure to display proper tags.
#6 - A twist on #5, failure to actually have current registration.
#7 - Failure to produce DL on demand.
At this point, I ask if I can check my trunk. Sure enough, there's my license. He tells me, more or less, to suck it.
Then he tells me they're towing my car. When I ask why, he says it's because of the registration. I ask if he's impounding it, and he says no, they're just towing it to a holding lot. I ask why. I'm on private property, I can call my own tow company, and tow to my house, right? No he says and starts getting angry. Says the tow company has already been called.
A tow truck shows up from a company I know, and whose rates I knew because I had recently used them for a breakdown. Well, the receipt I evenutally get has another tow company name on it and is double those rates. Just a few months ago, it was exposed that Baltimore City (this was in the county, but I am sure it's the same scam) had all kinds of towing scams going. I'm sure this is some ex-cop sitting on a lot with no trucks who just subs out the tow and then collects the "storage fees" when illegally towed cars rot in his lot. I did convince the second cop, who was acting more reasonable, to let me tow it home. 6 miles, $280 tow. (Normal rates are about $120 plus $2/mile, this was $250 plus $5/mile.)
I missed my appointment, needless to say.
I chalk it up to this guy either having had a horrible night the evening before, maybe his wife left him or something, but more likely it was just that I was a young half-asian kid driving an M3 like a punk with expired tags in a nice neighborhood he is paid to police but can't afford to live in. Maybe that's just me.
Obviously I was majorly at fault for letting my registration lapse, so let that be a lesson to you. But let it also be a lesson to you that local cops are fucking petty thugs.
The whole episode cost me a couple grand because I hired a prominent flesh-eating lawyer to represent me and he had a huge retainer but he didn't know jack shit about traffic, pulled a couple of stunts in the courtroom that may play well when cameras are rolling but just made him look like a douche and angered the judge in traffic court, and lost the case. Then I appealed and got another, much cheaper, but much more effective lawyer who got the whole thing pled down to a single speeding ticket - which is what I probably deserved in the first place.
Ok well where I'm from "Riding Dirty" means you've got something illegal in the car.
I painted my living room last night and I miscalculated on the paint.
a gallon was exactly enough for one coat...but its gonna need two coats.
I'm usually a two-pass kind of guy anyways with more than just painting (get it done 95% in the first pass and then finish it up and make sure it looks good in the second) but it was white over different white so I thought I manage with a single coat (a single coat worked fine on the ceiling...)
Now I have to go buy another gallon and find time in this busy weekend to finish it so I can put my furniture back.
this might be my least favorite part of getting pulled over in bmore. i think they deliberately take more time than they need to just to be dickheads.
it makes me so fucking mad.
I dont know what riding dirty means....but this happened once...
I had just picked up an 8 ball from a buddy hanging out at a pool hall. There was a girl there that i had been sleeping with met me there and we were going to go have a few drinks and then meet up with everyone else....so i pull out of the bar, and as soon as i get on Division St., lights come on. The campus police are fucking dickheads. So i reach into my glove box to get my registration out of habit, and remembered that it wasnt in there....my car had been broken into a few months back and i hadnt replaced it. So the cop comes to the car, and asks what i was reaching for....I tell him, and then explain that i didnt have it. He gets REALLY inquisitive....asking all kinds of questions...do i have any guns in the car? drugs? anyting he should know about? nope. he runs my ID, comes back to the car, and is still busting balls about what i was reaching for. I tell him i have NOTHING to hide (except the 4 grams of blow in my pocket) and ask if he'd like to take a look in my car....so he asks both of us to step out, and starts rummaging around in the car. I had forgotten that i had been with anohter girl the night before....and he opens my glove box, and right in front of this girl....pulls out a pair of panties and a bra. not with his hands though.....had em hanging off the end of his pen....looks at us, and threw them back in...said...ok. You guys are good...go have fun..but get that blinker fixed.
dodged a fucking bullet with that one. I was terrified. Then, when we got in the car, she gave me a tongue lashing. kept saying that she knew i was fucking someone else and why i couldnt be honest with her. oh well. at least i wasnt in jail for possession.
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