The patrol car was off to the side of the road and well hidden in the dark. His lights were on before I even passed him! I pulled to the curb.
I wouldn’t want to be a cop. Who knows who you’re pulling over?
I turned on the interior light, pulled out my license and held it where it could be seen. Both hands were visible on the steering wheel.
I’m a middle age guy in a suit. I suspect I don’t look threatening, but I’ve always been told this is what you do.
If you’re wondering if I said anything ‘weatherish’ the answer is no. I was Eddy Haskell polite¹. I hoped the officer knew me, but I wasn’t going there.
He took my license, registration and insurance card and walked away.
I was hoping for a warning. That only lasted the first few minutes. The longer it took the more I knew there was a ticket to follow.
He finally walked back to my car and returned my stuff. There was still a piece of paper in his hand.
“I’m giving you a written warning,” he said and then explained what it wasn’t.
When he was done I asked how fast?
He told me he knew my drive was longer, but he didn’t have to make an excuse for me. I was in the wrong. A ticket would not have been inappropriate.
I thanked him for his consideration. A police officer has lots of discretion. I am grateful for his.
I was above the limit, but I was also driving safely in a well maintained car on a dry and deserted road I know well. Unfortunately I don’t get to choose the speed limit.
I guess I’m going to have to reconsider driving through Cheshire.
¹ – Seriously, if you don’t know who Eddy Haskell is please don’t tell me. I know it’s an old reference.