I work about a block and a half from the central Fremont police station. At any given time there have to be fifty cruisers sitting in the parking lot. It's literally, just across the park from me. And we share an intersection that I have to get through every day to get to and from the office to go almost anywhere. An intersection, mind you, that is timed in such a way that if I don't want to hit two long red lights in a row, I have to gun through the yellow.
This morning I was in the right hand lane when between me and my office parking lot was a motorcycle cop giving someone a ticket, in the right hand lane. So I get to the far side of the lane to give them as much clearance as a I can, and I slow way down. But the policeman motions like there is something hanging or falling off my car. So I stop, turn on the hazards and walk towards him. Curiously, the car after me has also pulled over.
Turns out the guy behind me was right on my butt. Which I didn't notice because I was more worried about hitting the cop. So the cop gave the guy behind me the ticket. Whew...
Anyway, now that I come to think of it, it's a minor miracle I haven't gotten more tickets. Just because of my proximity to the police station.
Posted by jherr at March 2, 2007 09:15 AMYES! More tail-gaters need to be ticketed.
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