My buddy and I lived about an hour and a half from our hometown in college. One Friday afternoon I told him I was headed back to see my parents that night. He asked if I could drop him off at his girlfriend’s house since it was close to my parent’s place. I said, “sure” and we hit the road that evening. We rode in my 91 TA. Bright red, T-tops off, music loud.

 

Not mine, but exactly like mine.

 

 

The trip to her place, which was just a short hop over the county line from my final destination, was exceptionally uneventful. I pulled in to her house somewhere close to sunset with that pink and yellow haze illuminating the sky. My buddy hopped out and I was set to go back to my parents. I turned out of her neighborhood onto a small two-lane highway. Looking in the mirror, I could tell it was a cop behind me.

 

Being an early twenty-something, in a red sports car, with the tops off, on a Friday night, and in a small county, I figured I should make sure to cross my T’s and dot my I’s. I sped up slowly and set the cruise control at exactly 54mph, one mile per hour less than the posted 55 speed limit.  I made sure not to swerve. I drove with caution. I drove safe. He did not. He was riding my ass. He was way too close, I assume running my plates. It just seemed that something was off. I’d had several run ins with the police in my life and didn’t want another. Just a couple miles and I’d be over the county line and less than a mile from home. It seems I can drive 55 when I don’t want any trouble.

I could see the county line sign when his lights started flashing. He was pulling me over. For what? I had no idea. For once I hadn’t done anything. I probably pulled over within 300 yards of the sign. I can remember I could read it from where I sat; realizing he wanted to pull me over for something anything before I left his county. I could see he was a county Sherrif’s Deputy. I kept my hands on the wheel and visible. I made no quick movements. But I was getting agitated as I sat there knowing I hadn’t done anything but did my best not to show it.

Unfortunately for him, while I was always fairly liberty minded, I had begun diving more into it around this time. I knew a lot more about what to say, or more importantly what not to say when pulled over. I knew a lot more about my rights. And I had also been learning more about how police would abuse those rights. How they weren’t my friend. How they weren’t there to protect me.

He was a large, very large, man who looked agitated from the beginning of our encounter.

The Deputy approached my open top vehicle on the driver side as usual. He opened with a question that I think most people have heard before. “Do you know why I pulled you over today?”

 

The rest of the encounter went something like this:

 

Banginglc1: No sir, I do not know why you pulled me over.

Deputy Fatass: Can I have your license and registration?

BLC1: Not unless you can tell me why you pulled me over

DFA: I’m sorry, let me ask again, Can I have your license and registration?

BLC1: Did you pull me over for any specific reason?

DFA: Have you been drinking?

BLC1: No.

DFA: Do you have any drugs in the car?

BLC1: No.

DFA: I need to see your license and registration.

BLC1: Sir, not without a reason as to why you pulled me over.

DFA: (Loudly and aggressively) Are you sure you haven’t had a drink today, there isn’t any booze in this car?

BLC1: No sir, Is there a reason you pulled me over?

DFA: I know you have drugs in this car! Just tell me and we’ll work it out.

BLC1: (Pissed off and losing his patience) I don’t have any fucking drugs in the car. I don’t even have to answer that question. You have not provided me with a reason as to why you pulled me over and I’m leaving unless you can provide one.

DFA: Get out of here! And don’t come back to my county again!

 

I drove away unscathed, but I was irate after the encounter. I can only assume he saw a young guy in a red sports car and assumed I was doing something wrong. I’m certain he pulled me over because I was about to be out of his jurisdiction and he was hoping to catch me doing something, anything wrong. I’m aware that as tension grew between us that I’m lucky he didn’t just make something up or arrest me for no reason. Even without proof I could have had a night in the county lockup, the process is the punishment after all. I guess he just wasn’t ready or used to someone who didn’t follow his every command. I’m sure he pulled over someone after me who did to regain his manhood.  But I made it through another encounter. I even went *gasp* back into his county the next day to pick my buddy up.