I was tooling around town today and the local cops pulled me over for an expired registration. I swear I renewed it a few months ago, so I’ll be visiting the DMV this week.
I didn’t have a valid paper insurance card, I forgot to put the new one in the car. Fortunately, the cop accepted electronic proof (GEICO online).
He ran my record and came back in a few minutes, then the conversation began:
Cop: I’m turning off my bodycam and sound. When I turn it back on I’m going to tell you we’ll be towing the car due to lapsed registration. I’m going to direct you to pull into the parking lot ahead and you say “yes officer.”
Then he winked.
Me: dang, you’re towing me?!
Cop: “look at me.” And he winked again. “Do you understand what I’m telling you?”
Me: you’re towing the car.
Cop: (sighs and repeats previous directions. Then winks again).
Me: “so you’re towing the car. Can I call my wife for a ride . . . OH! I get it!”
Nice cop was telling me he’d do the official “you’re in trouble yadda yadda” with his bodycam on, but I could just leave when he got back in his car. Thanks, cool dude!
Our local cops are enforcement crazy. I was towed a few years ago for a registration that was a week expired; I’ve been stopped because one of my brakelights “was dim” (it wasn’t); and I got a ticket for no front plate (NOBODY has a front plate here, but whatever). And Driving While Black around here can be pretty sucky (I’m white, some black friends and neighbors have experienced awful traffic stops).
I’m glad I got Officer Nice this round.