Monday, November 29, 2010

The Motorcycle Cop and I, and my late registration...

Image taken from HERE.
So here's my story about me, a cop, and late registration.

See I got the thing in the mail that reminds you to register your car because it's coming due.

I saw it and put it in my pile for me to "remember to follow up on".

Then it sat there.

For three months.

My registration came and went... for two months I drove around on expired plates.

It's not that I didn't have money to do it... no... it's because I have somewhat of a lazy-last-on-my-priority-list-to-get-van-inspected-so-it-can-get-registered bone. I just never found "time" to do it.

Let me sidenote here: We have places around here that can inspect your vehicle AND register it... all right there. One convenient stop and you are all done.

Continuing on with my story...

Let me just remind you I have a sixth sense. I hadn't worried about driving on late plates for weeks and weeks... but this day, this particular day, I was a bit paranoid about it. Driving and looking around to see if there were any police officers around... for which I find out I had good reason!

I'm stopped at a red light and all of a sudden a motorcycle cop comes up next to me on my driver side window and gives the universal sign to roll down my window. I rolled it down. He proceeded to tell me that he needed me to pull into the gas station (as he pointed his whole arm diagonally). I nodded my head okay... knowing full well why he was pulling me over.

He then... pulls around me and stops traffic... so that I could get over to pull into the gas station. I'm pretty sure I made his day with all the humiliation. I may have huffed a few names that I shall not repeat, in my head, at him-- (they may have sounded like tummy but with a D).

Anyway... I pull into the gas station and he pulls up behind me and parks his bike and walks up to me.

Cop: "Soooooo... tell me the story. Why haven't you registered your vehicle?"

Me: at no time in my life have I ever been able to lie when someone straight out asks me a direct question like that face to face... so this is what I said, "Ummm" shrugs shoulders, "I just haven't found the time."

Cop: proceeds to quote somebody about "not finding the time" and "wasting" something or other. Then he sees the silly bands I wear because my kids gave them to me to wear and I couldn't say no (So yes, I wear silly bands, and with PRIDE!) and the cop tells me a story about how some little kids circulation was cut off from them, we are getting chummy, or so I thought, and then he says, "License, Registration and insurance card please."

Me: I say in my mind, "crap, he's going to write a ticket some friend HE is". Give him my registration and I.D. but can't seem to find the insurance card. I'm calling my husband, who doesn't answer... I say, "Uuuhhh I can't find my insurance card. I swear I put it in here? But it's not anywhere??? Let me call my husband again." He walks back to his bike while I continue to call my husband 10 times and he has yet to answer... so I leave a mean mean message... frantic and mean.

Cop: walks back up to the van and says, "It says in my system you are insured... so I don't need to see your card. I only gave you one violation (he could have ticketed me for not having my insurance card in my van) which will cost you $40.00 blah blah blah..."

The rest you know.

 I pull out of the gas station and my husband calls...convenient.

So I go on my trip to Missouri. As soon as I get back I go to this place where we know the owner and my husband follows me there. We pull up and our friend is working, so we walk over to him and shoot the breeze. Then... my husband proceeds to tell him what happened to me. I tell him WHY I hadn't registered the car yet, because I hadn't found the time to get it inspected... he asks me what year my van is. I tell him. He starts to laugh. Apparently, my car didn't need an inspection this year!!! I could have registered it online ANYTIME!

That's right.

I got myself a $40.00 lesson in reading all of the reminder when it comes in the mail.

Our friend registered our van and I was off to wallow in my stupidity.

So NO I didn't go to jail... but now that I registered my van, as long as I show proof of that... my ticket gets reduced to $30.00..lucky me...pppfffttt.

Learn from me people... learn from me.

It still didn't stop me from being P.O'd at the cop for writing me a ticket in the first place! Just sayin...


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