So it’s not 7-11; the Somalis own the parking lots here, the Pakistanis the 7-11’s (not racist, true. The Eritreans resent the hell out of it).
Yesterday I motorcycled downtown, and tried to get into an automated mall parking-lot. The machine wouldn’t dispense me a ticket. Punch button, punch button… wouldn’t do it. Now there’s a line of cars behind me. Back up the cycle over the sensor, punch button… still won’t.
So I go around the barrier and park. I come back, and the fricking exit barrier is stuck in the UP position. Folks with paid-up tickets are actually backing up to go through the operating gate. Me, I couldn’t get a ticket in the first place, so I rode through the open gate.
Today, I go downtown to a different lot, this one with attended exit gates instead of pre-pay tickets. I manage to get the machine to give me a entry ticket, by backing up the cycle until it triggers the sensor, then leaning waaaay forward to punch the button and get the ticket.
And when I go to leave ? Nobody in the ticket booth. Closed. So out I go again, past the barrier.
I have to think they have cameras or something for when you do that, but I didn’t see any cameras or people. It’s no fun downtown being a motorcyclist; you can park your bike in an inconspicuous, safe spot, saving full-size spots for cars, and still get a whopping ticket.
My comeuppance came a block later; I got pulled over by a motorcycle cop. “Got a motorcycle endorsement ?” he asked. (I’ve been riding for 8 years on this bike). “Yeah, M3 unlimited”. “So where’s your eye protection ?” (implying there’s some sort of glasses law). I flipped down my faceshield.
Man, that karma is a fast-acting sucker. I think he jumped out at me because he saw me check my speedometer when I saw him. 28 in a 25 zone.