Date: Fri, 30 Dec 94 19:35:09 EST
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Subject: cops and busses
Date: Fri, 30 Dec 94 16:53:42 CST
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From: "Don Kane" <Don_Kane@qmgate.arc.nasa.gov>
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Reply to: RE>cops and busses
I haven't had a bus since '71 but I got stopped a few times in those days.
The first was in 1969 driving my '61 Bus (California plates)driving from
Nashville to LA. My lights malfuntioned and a Oklahoma State trooper stopped
me right around dusk and gave me a warning. He was very polite despite my long
hair and told me to be careful of the Texas Troopers I was about to meet up
with in a few miles. Needless to say I stopped for night before crossing
Texas. I didn't get those lights fixed until I reached LA.
The next year I had a '68 Bus (Tennessee plates)that I drove all over the
country. but the only time I got stopped was on a trip from Florida to New
York City. First I was stopped in S. Carolina for speeding. Again the cop
(local police this time) was polite and didn't try to search my Van or person
although I must have fit some profile or other. He was also kind enough to
take my fine right there in cash rather than go to the trouble of showing up
in court. How convenient. Later in that trip I was stopped on the New Jersey
turnpike which was infamous at the time for hassling longhairs, especially in
Busses. I wasn't speeding or breaking any other laws, but I was still stopped.
This time the Trooper searched my pockets and looked around inside the Van
pretty well with his flashlight (it was about 2:00 AM) When I stopped a coke
spilled that was sitting on the floor between the seats and He could see my
wife and I scrambling around trying to clean it up, and probably thought we
were trying to hide something. He accepted the coke story, since the evidence
was all over the floor. Truth be told, We were scambling around trying to
figure out where a small stash of substance was, so we could hide it. It was
in the pocket of my wife's coat, and when the cop felt the pocket from the
outside and started to look in it, my wife quickly said "oh, that's just my
underwear" . Talk about quick thinking. It stopped the cop immediately and
saved our butts. When the cop found out I played Bass for Eddy Arnold (for you
younger folks, He was a kind of cityfied Country-Western star back in the 50's
and 60's) and was heading for a two-week job at the Waldorf Astoria in NYC, He
said "Well anybody who plays for Eddy Arnold can't be all bad" and let us go
on our way. The worst part of it was that during the search our toll tiket
must have blown out of the bus and we had to pay the maximum toll when we
exited.
Well, sorry for rambling, but there's not much to do here this afternoon,
and I thought I'd get one post in this year after lurking for the last 4
months.
Don Kane
Don_Kane@qmgate.arc.nasa.gov
Network Manager,
NASA/AMES Research Center
Mountain View , CA
Recom Technologies, Inc.
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