frickinducky
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So I picked up my new to me class c Friday. Not exactly what I expected, but that is a whine for another time, and only a small one at that.
Didn't really get on the road until the next day. Was exhausted from air travel and a night sleeping (sorta) on the airport floor in Phoenix. The only reason I mention this is that the fact that I am not hauling ass seems to be of interest to the cops. Even if I had not taken the night off, I would still be going slow. I have Dercum's disease and fibromyalgia. Won't go into the boring details, but they slow me down.
So to the meat of my tale of woe.
Day three, around 9ish pm, I am going through a toll booth. I pay, head on, get about 50 ft and there are the flashing blues of doom. I am trying to figure out what I did wrong, thought maybe I left the side stair out. Nothing else makes sense. Trooper gets to the window and I can't help it, I am anxious. Power inequality does that to me. So I hand him my papers and my hands are shaking, as much from my disability as nerves. I see that he sees this, explain and ask why I am being pulled over. Mr Trooper informs me he will let me know in a moment. Okay?!? he then informs me i need to exit the vehicle and take a seat in his cruiser. I know at this point I have the choice of contesting, but it is late, there are many cops, I am disabled, my record is clean. So I grab my handy dandy wonder cane (managing to drop my knife from my hip when it catches on my cane cord in the process - joy) and hobble on over and take a sit down in his incense laden front seat where I proceed to get a massive head ache and sinus issue.
He informs me that I failed to use my turn signal. I think 1) Not Bloody Likely, 2) WTF, and 3) Then Why Am I Sitting Here? He runs everything, gives me a warning and then informs that I am to stay in the cruiser, he is taking out the dog and searching my vehicle.
The back of my mind is screaming to not consent, to demand articulatable evidence that a crime is in progress, but I am alone, there a multiple cops, a cop questioning why my partner is not with me, blah, frickin patriarchal blah, blah... So like a dumb ass, I stay quiet, knowing I have nothing on me.
Stupid, stupid stupid. Evidently, the dog scented something. By the way, how long does the scent of a joint linger, not that I smoke, but curious now.
One trooper turns into three, including one with a pry bar. They found nothing. I will cut it short and just say I still need to repair my roof, replace some wood work, look at new awning hardware, am nursing injuries i got repairing my couch (read bed) legs and drawers and am really just peeved beyond belief.
But it gets better. Today in Indiana I get pulled over because my rear wheel touched the fog line three times while a half dozen semis are passing and there are high winds on a crap road. This time, I was just irritated (though civil) and informed the cop I was as all large vehicles in the right lane were doing the same and I just had my rv trashed in a search. So yet another warning with the info he planned on searching me until I showed him the fing paperwork from OK.
So is it pick on class C's driven by a youngish solo gimp female week? I got this to replace my van so this crap would not happen. My van, which I loved, kinda reeked of free candy and naps. This was suppose to give us space, both physical and from notice. What am I going to do if this crap keeps up next week when I have a cop disliking hubby, cats and dogs in here!!
I know the fact I am young looking makes me suspect as a full timer. I knew I was getting pulled over when I saw the cop today pull up next to me and take a look then drop back. I know that my Mass plates means I am from a pot smoking state in the eyes of some. So how do I avoid profiling? I am getting SD plates soon, but am not sure this will stop cops from wrecking my home.
I really do just want to scream and cry.
Didn't really get on the road until the next day. Was exhausted from air travel and a night sleeping (sorta) on the airport floor in Phoenix. The only reason I mention this is that the fact that I am not hauling ass seems to be of interest to the cops. Even if I had not taken the night off, I would still be going slow. I have Dercum's disease and fibromyalgia. Won't go into the boring details, but they slow me down.
So to the meat of my tale of woe.
Day three, around 9ish pm, I am going through a toll booth. I pay, head on, get about 50 ft and there are the flashing blues of doom. I am trying to figure out what I did wrong, thought maybe I left the side stair out. Nothing else makes sense. Trooper gets to the window and I can't help it, I am anxious. Power inequality does that to me. So I hand him my papers and my hands are shaking, as much from my disability as nerves. I see that he sees this, explain and ask why I am being pulled over. Mr Trooper informs me he will let me know in a moment. Okay?!? he then informs me i need to exit the vehicle and take a seat in his cruiser. I know at this point I have the choice of contesting, but it is late, there are many cops, I am disabled, my record is clean. So I grab my handy dandy wonder cane (managing to drop my knife from my hip when it catches on my cane cord in the process - joy) and hobble on over and take a sit down in his incense laden front seat where I proceed to get a massive head ache and sinus issue.
He informs me that I failed to use my turn signal. I think 1) Not Bloody Likely, 2) WTF, and 3) Then Why Am I Sitting Here? He runs everything, gives me a warning and then informs that I am to stay in the cruiser, he is taking out the dog and searching my vehicle.
The back of my mind is screaming to not consent, to demand articulatable evidence that a crime is in progress, but I am alone, there a multiple cops, a cop questioning why my partner is not with me, blah, frickin patriarchal blah, blah... So like a dumb ass, I stay quiet, knowing I have nothing on me.
Stupid, stupid stupid. Evidently, the dog scented something. By the way, how long does the scent of a joint linger, not that I smoke, but curious now.
One trooper turns into three, including one with a pry bar. They found nothing. I will cut it short and just say I still need to repair my roof, replace some wood work, look at new awning hardware, am nursing injuries i got repairing my couch (read bed) legs and drawers and am really just peeved beyond belief.
But it gets better. Today in Indiana I get pulled over because my rear wheel touched the fog line three times while a half dozen semis are passing and there are high winds on a crap road. This time, I was just irritated (though civil) and informed the cop I was as all large vehicles in the right lane were doing the same and I just had my rv trashed in a search. So yet another warning with the info he planned on searching me until I showed him the fing paperwork from OK.
So is it pick on class C's driven by a youngish solo gimp female week? I got this to replace my van so this crap would not happen. My van, which I loved, kinda reeked of free candy and naps. This was suppose to give us space, both physical and from notice. What am I going to do if this crap keeps up next week when I have a cop disliking hubby, cats and dogs in here!!
I know the fact I am young looking makes me suspect as a full timer. I knew I was getting pulled over when I saw the cop today pull up next to me and take a look then drop back. I know that my Mass plates means I am from a pot smoking state in the eyes of some. So how do I avoid profiling? I am getting SD plates soon, but am not sure this will stop cops from wrecking my home.
I really do just want to scream and cry.