Big_Dave
09-01-2006, 08:58 PM
Wednesday evening around 11 pm, I arrived back at the yard. Put my truck away and left.
I swung into the gas station a couple miles away and dropped $20 in the tank because the needle said, "Get out and walk." :rofl:
While standing there with the nozzle in my gas tank, I remembered that I didn't grab my paycheck and whatever other papers may be in my slot before I left work. :angry:
Headed back to the yard to grab the stuff and left. The road that goes past the yard is curved and comes up out of the river bottoms, so at times, it can be hard to see if someone is coming before you pull out. :noclue:
I pulled out and, like I always do, checked the mirrors once I was halfway into my lane and adjust my foot on the gas pedal accordingly. There was a car coming fast..........so I nailed the gas and made that 350 V-8 'stand up and bark' (straight pipes, no mufflers :D ). I never exceeded the speed limit or roasted any tires, just got 'up to speed' quickly. :D :rofl:
I used my turn signals (like I do about 97% of the time) while making my way across the highway and over to the frontage road before hitting the rural roads to my place.
At the last stop sign, I got 'lit up'. :wow: :wtf: I pulled over and had my license, proof of insurance and registration out before he got up to the pickup.
The Deputy asked me to get out, which I did (about 1-2 minutes later, another Deputy showed up as backup).
For the next 45 minutes, he did everything but cuff me an stuff me. :wow:
He frisked me, ran my license, wants & warrants on me & my pickup, conducts a field sobriety test, does a quick visual inspection of the contents in my pickup (boy, did he ever ask questions when he seen beer, wine cooler, whiskey bottles & tools in the back), wanted to know why I left a place of business in such a hurry (Duh!) and starts BS'ing w/ me like we've been friends for years. :wtf: :noclue:
Then he comments that my eyes were pretty bloodshot (and implied that I had been smoking something other than Newport Lights). :wtf: :noclue: No kidding they're bloodshot! I just spent almost 11 hours on the road! :wtf:
FINALLY, he let me go with a warning about the exhaust on my pickup being 'too loud' (dual pipes, no mufflers :D ), and tells me that "You're not a wanted man".
No kidding!!!!! It's a good thing that the Dept. of Homeland Security and the Transportation Security Agency found that out to! (Yes, I said that to him!) :rofl:
He gave me that 'deer in the headlights' stare and I told him that I had recently gotten my HazMat endorsement. ;) :rofl:
Now, my question is, why did he keep me there so dang long? :wtf:
I swung into the gas station a couple miles away and dropped $20 in the tank because the needle said, "Get out and walk." :rofl:
While standing there with the nozzle in my gas tank, I remembered that I didn't grab my paycheck and whatever other papers may be in my slot before I left work. :angry:
Headed back to the yard to grab the stuff and left. The road that goes past the yard is curved and comes up out of the river bottoms, so at times, it can be hard to see if someone is coming before you pull out. :noclue:
I pulled out and, like I always do, checked the mirrors once I was halfway into my lane and adjust my foot on the gas pedal accordingly. There was a car coming fast..........so I nailed the gas and made that 350 V-8 'stand up and bark' (straight pipes, no mufflers :D ). I never exceeded the speed limit or roasted any tires, just got 'up to speed' quickly. :D :rofl:
I used my turn signals (like I do about 97% of the time) while making my way across the highway and over to the frontage road before hitting the rural roads to my place.
At the last stop sign, I got 'lit up'. :wow: :wtf: I pulled over and had my license, proof of insurance and registration out before he got up to the pickup.
The Deputy asked me to get out, which I did (about 1-2 minutes later, another Deputy showed up as backup).
For the next 45 minutes, he did everything but cuff me an stuff me. :wow:
He frisked me, ran my license, wants & warrants on me & my pickup, conducts a field sobriety test, does a quick visual inspection of the contents in my pickup (boy, did he ever ask questions when he seen beer, wine cooler, whiskey bottles & tools in the back), wanted to know why I left a place of business in such a hurry (Duh!) and starts BS'ing w/ me like we've been friends for years. :wtf: :noclue:
Then he comments that my eyes were pretty bloodshot (and implied that I had been smoking something other than Newport Lights). :wtf: :noclue: No kidding they're bloodshot! I just spent almost 11 hours on the road! :wtf:
FINALLY, he let me go with a warning about the exhaust on my pickup being 'too loud' (dual pipes, no mufflers :D ), and tells me that "You're not a wanted man".
No kidding!!!!! It's a good thing that the Dept. of Homeland Security and the Transportation Security Agency found that out to! (Yes, I said that to him!) :rofl:
He gave me that 'deer in the headlights' stare and I told him that I had recently gotten my HazMat endorsement. ;) :rofl:
Now, my question is, why did he keep me there so dang long? :wtf: