Names may have been changed to protect those who are presumed to be innocent.
You've had a short introduction to my very good friend in Volume I of this series.
But we've barely even scratched the surface of who and what my friend is.
Around a year ago, one of the police officers in my sleepy little town had a run-in with Perry's father in their highly modified Ford Explorer.
Not only does this truck sit on a raised frame and oversized tires, but it also features a modified gearbox, which allows it to burn rubber with it's massive tires.
This past week, this same police officer spotted Perry driving the same ford without his seatbelt on.
That's probable cause! It's a reason to pull that vehicle over and search it!
(because there's very little to do in my backwoods hometown)
With the tubes hanging out of Perry's chest, he's been given a doctor's permission to drive without a seatbelt, because if he were to be in a wreck, that belt would likely do far more damage to him than the wreck could by itself.
But this rookie cop had a hard-on against this vehicle, and he has been hell-bent on finding a reason to impound it for a year now.
Perry has an uncanny ability to remember the numbers of the cars that particular police officers drive.
He recognized the number on this car, and decided that it was time to make a scene.
So he threw his truck violently into 'Park' in the middle of Historic Highway 41,
yanked his keys from the ignition,
threw the keys out of the window and onto the pavement,
then threw both of his hands out the window,
screaming "DON'T SHOOT! DON'T SHOOT! DON'T SHOOT!"
The officer was absolutely dumbfounded, and called for backup.
Ultimately, eight cars showed up on the scene with sirens blazing and lights spinning.
They wound up shutting down both the the Northbound and the Southbound lanes of Hwy 41.
The original officer on the scene swore that he knew that vehicle, and knew that he could find a huge number of issues to ticket Perry for on this traffic stop...
And he was mistaken.
After a seatbelt ticket, Perry was allowed to go on his way.
(the ticket he got for this same issue six months ago was thrown out by the judge)
The officer in question is left doing a pile of paperwork explaining why he shut down a major thoroughfare over a seatbelt ticket.
There's very little chance he'll ever mess with this particular truck again.
Sometimes you have to know when it's the right time to make a scene.
Volume III
You've had a short introduction to my very good friend in Volume I of this series.
But we've barely even scratched the surface of who and what my friend is.
Around a year ago, one of the police officers in my sleepy little town had a run-in with Perry's father in their highly modified Ford Explorer.
Not only does this truck sit on a raised frame and oversized tires, but it also features a modified gearbox, which allows it to burn rubber with it's massive tires.
This past week, this same police officer spotted Perry driving the same ford without his seatbelt on.
That's probable cause! It's a reason to pull that vehicle over and search it!
(because there's very little to do in my backwoods hometown)
With the tubes hanging out of Perry's chest, he's been given a doctor's permission to drive without a seatbelt, because if he were to be in a wreck, that belt would likely do far more damage to him than the wreck could by itself.
But this rookie cop had a hard-on against this vehicle, and he has been hell-bent on finding a reason to impound it for a year now.
Perry has an uncanny ability to remember the numbers of the cars that particular police officers drive.
He recognized the number on this car, and decided that it was time to make a scene.
So he threw his truck violently into 'Park' in the middle of Historic Highway 41,
yanked his keys from the ignition,
threw the keys out of the window and onto the pavement,
then threw both of his hands out the window,
screaming "DON'T SHOOT! DON'T SHOOT! DON'T SHOOT!"
The officer was absolutely dumbfounded, and called for backup.
Ultimately, eight cars showed up on the scene with sirens blazing and lights spinning.
They wound up shutting down both the the Northbound and the Southbound lanes of Hwy 41.
The original officer on the scene swore that he knew that vehicle, and knew that he could find a huge number of issues to ticket Perry for on this traffic stop...
And he was mistaken.
After a seatbelt ticket, Perry was allowed to go on his way.
(the ticket he got for this same issue six months ago was thrown out by the judge)
The officer in question is left doing a pile of paperwork explaining why he shut down a major thoroughfare over a seatbelt ticket.
There's very little chance he'll ever mess with this particular truck again.
Sometimes you have to know when it's the right time to make a scene.
Volume III
