Oh, did I get tagged but good on the whole ‘blinking your headlights’ thing.
I drove through the toll plaza near my house, on the way home from a shoot. It’s completely dark out. Just as I drive under a roadway overpass, I see a car drifting into the center median slowly, and its lights go off. I flicked my highbeams to try to see if it was a driver in distress, and as I passed the car, flicked them again to try to have a better view. The time between the two headlight flicks was perhaps 3-4 seconds.
So, I flick my headlights the second time, to illuminate a New York State Trooper vehicle. I laughed, and gently pulled into the right lane, and knew what was coming. He ZOOMED around into my direction of traffic and lit up his light bar.
I got on the shoulder, stopped, rolled down my window all the way and assumed what I believe to be THE only safe position to assume when involved in a traffic stop: Both palms pressed against the steering wheel at 12:00 o’clock, fingers up and out. This shows an officer that you are not hiding your hands, or reaching for anything as he/she approaches.
I recognized the Trooper from a call about two weeks before, but kept my mouth shut on that detail. He asked if I knew why he’d pulled me over and I said yes, of course. I flicked my headlights at you as I drove by.
He said, Yanno MOST drivers are smart enough to wait until they are PAST me to flick their headlights into oncoming vehicles. I said to him, 'well most drivers aren’t looking out for the safety of a car that drifted off the road at an odd angle and lost it’s lights in the process. ’ I gestured to my cel phone on it’s clip. I said, as far as I knew, you were a driver having a heart attack, and I was about to call YOU GUYS- the State Troopers, in addition to being a second or two from pulling over, since I’m an E.M.T. !!
I gestured to the green emergency light on my roof as I said this to him. He looked at me another moment, then smiled and said, ’ don’t I know you? ’ I reminded him of the call I’d taken recently in his Barracks, where he had a prisoner who was faking an athsma attack to get out of the Barracks and into a hospital setting instead.
I asked if he needed my license and registration. My attitude was, while MY intentions were straightforward and correct, he doesn’t really know me, and even if he DID know me ( as pointed out above ), I deserve no special treatment as a result. I was assuming he’d still run my ID.
Instead, he thanked me for keeping an eye out, and sent me on my way.