The Bridge.
So today I got 2, count em', 2 tickets. I was pulling into a Wawa to get some money to get across the bridge and when I park my car I see there are 2 police cars behind me with lights a flashin'. The Officer comes up to my car asking for the usual stuff; license, registration, proof of insurance. I give him it and ask as to why I had an army of police behind me. He said, " Well, I noticed you didn't have your seatbelt on and looks like your registration is late."
This going on all as I sit in a Wawa parking lot, being stared at by everyone walking in and out. Giving me this look like I sold drugs to there kid and was now being caught for it. It was really horrible. I felt like a convicted criminal. So, he walks back to his car with my info and during this time (the time it takes to write two tickets) another, fatter, cop walks up to my car. Starts to peer into the back of my car. Looks at my road bike and starts looking at me as if I had stolen it! He then questions me about where I got the bike and who's it was. I told him, "Please don't talk to me about MY bike."
I was fucking pissed at this point dude. I look back and see the cop writing the ticket is laughing and smirking about something to the other officer. I doubt it was about me, but just the fact that he was laughing about something while writing me a ticket that was going to fuck me up, pissed me off. This guy had some fucking nerve. Then I watch him as he gets out of his car and wipes the smile off his face so he can deliver the bad news.
I get the two tickets; one for no seatbelt, one for late registration. He drives away after doing his “job” and leaves me with over 100 dollars in fines. Talk about getting fucked.
Later that day, I made it across the bridge.
This going on all as I sit in a Wawa parking lot, being stared at by everyone walking in and out. Giving me this look like I sold drugs to there kid and was now being caught for it. It was really horrible. I felt like a convicted criminal. So, he walks back to his car with my info and during this time (the time it takes to write two tickets) another, fatter, cop walks up to my car. Starts to peer into the back of my car. Looks at my road bike and starts looking at me as if I had stolen it! He then questions me about where I got the bike and who's it was. I told him, "Please don't talk to me about MY bike."
I was fucking pissed at this point dude. I look back and see the cop writing the ticket is laughing and smirking about something to the other officer. I doubt it was about me, but just the fact that he was laughing about something while writing me a ticket that was going to fuck me up, pissed me off. This guy had some fucking nerve. Then I watch him as he gets out of his car and wipes the smile off his face so he can deliver the bad news.
I get the two tickets; one for no seatbelt, one for late registration. He drives away after doing his “job” and leaves me with over 100 dollars in fines. Talk about getting fucked.
Later that day, I made it across the bridge.