Last night while driving I met up with and passed by one of those historic vehicles that enthusiasts purchase and restore to take to conventions and car shows.
Sounds interesting so far I bet :)
It was a 1931 Chevrolet something-or-other. It looked really nice, I even commented to my passenger "Can you believe that people used to drive those things down these roads?"
Like most of you, I figured that would be the end of the story and most eventful happening during my ride. Instead, it was only the beginning of what was to become "Jcloth - To Serve and Protect". Watching this car in my rear view, this guys was driving all fucked up and at no point driving in a straight line. I watched him while he drifted towards a median and just dodged to miss it then immediately drifted into the next median, only this time actually driving over it in attempts to dodge out of the way. With safety in mind, from the left lane I turned right and off the main road onto a side street to let him pass. Turning back on the street and continuing to watch the erratic driving, I decided that I needed to get this guy off the road for his own or other people's safety, so I called 911 and explained the situation, remaining on the line with them until the car was pulled over by two officers. When the 911 agent asked "What kind of car is it?" I didn't even know what to say, so my best answer was that it was a ghetto old Model-T style car. She joked that the description really didn't help her, but I told her that I'm far too young to know what the hell was driving in front of me.
So, the car is pulled over and they eventually take that guy away for a DUI. To provide a statement, the officer asks that I sit in the back of his car. He has already taken my license for his report and I'm sitting in the back seat. Then he asks me to close the door because he "...wants to drive the car off the road." So I'm in the back of a squad car, door closed, being driven away with the light flashing! Luckily no one I know saw me :)
We didn't go very far, just into the plaza parking lot, but it was an experience. I had some observations though. First, there is no damn room to put your feet down in the back. I could just fit my right leg between the door and the seat but otherwise, I had to keep my left leg on the seat with me. Second, the windows can be controlled by the person in the back, so if the cops forget to disable the back windows, some douchebag could slip out.
Out of that entire experience, I'm glad that dumbass is off the road because he was a definite accident waiting to happen but I'm totally upset that my passenger didn't get out of my car and take a picture of me in the back of the police car. I totally would have leaned my head forward like you see everyone do when reporters try and take their picture.
Oh well, at least I got to call my parents and say, "can you believe it, two cop cars pulled us over and they put me in the back? My dad was pissed... for the few seconds until I told him the real story!!
Sounds interesting so far I bet :)
It was a 1931 Chevrolet something-or-other. It looked really nice, I even commented to my passenger "Can you believe that people used to drive those things down these roads?"
Like most of you, I figured that would be the end of the story and most eventful happening during my ride. Instead, it was only the beginning of what was to become "Jcloth - To Serve and Protect". Watching this car in my rear view, this guys was driving all fucked up and at no point driving in a straight line. I watched him while he drifted towards a median and just dodged to miss it then immediately drifted into the next median, only this time actually driving over it in attempts to dodge out of the way. With safety in mind, from the left lane I turned right and off the main road onto a side street to let him pass. Turning back on the street and continuing to watch the erratic driving, I decided that I needed to get this guy off the road for his own or other people's safety, so I called 911 and explained the situation, remaining on the line with them until the car was pulled over by two officers. When the 911 agent asked "What kind of car is it?" I didn't even know what to say, so my best answer was that it was a ghetto old Model-T style car. She joked that the description really didn't help her, but I told her that I'm far too young to know what the hell was driving in front of me.
So, the car is pulled over and they eventually take that guy away for a DUI. To provide a statement, the officer asks that I sit in the back of his car. He has already taken my license for his report and I'm sitting in the back seat. Then he asks me to close the door because he "...wants to drive the car off the road." So I'm in the back of a squad car, door closed, being driven away with the light flashing! Luckily no one I know saw me :)
We didn't go very far, just into the plaza parking lot, but it was an experience. I had some observations though. First, there is no damn room to put your feet down in the back. I could just fit my right leg between the door and the seat but otherwise, I had to keep my left leg on the seat with me. Second, the windows can be controlled by the person in the back, so if the cops forget to disable the back windows, some douchebag could slip out.
Out of that entire experience, I'm glad that dumbass is off the road because he was a definite accident waiting to happen but I'm totally upset that my passenger didn't get out of my car and take a picture of me in the back of the police car. I totally would have leaned my head forward like you see everyone do when reporters try and take their picture.
Oh well, at least I got to call my parents and say, "can you believe it, two cop cars pulled us over and they put me in the back? My dad was pissed... for the few seconds until I told him the real story!!