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Remember that you have to view this in the context of a laid back (I think
Americans call it "kicked back") Aussie truck driver (that's me)
travelling around the Southern States of the United States of America.... in
a car, mind you, not a truck. I hasten to add that this is meant in
no way to belittle the Officers in question in any way.
These pair of blokes were great! It just was what I thought was a very funny
encounter!
This story involves being pulled over by a couple of enthusiastic young
Police Officers...(maybe Highway Patrol, or something... I dunno!) about half
an hour or so East of Houston on I-10....... I think it was.
I will recount it to the best of my memory, complete with the language
used..... as I said, I am pretty bloody laid back and all of what was said by
yours truly was said with a grin. There is slight embellishment, but
not very much!
It will take a bloody lot longer to recount here, in text, than it took to
happen!
Incidentally, I had been warned that you do not do what you are
advised to do in Australia, if you are accosted by the Police. That is, in
Australia, should the coppers "wheel you in", you get out of your
car/truck/whatever and wander back to meet them about half way. It is a sort
of a courtesy thing as they are usually none too impressed if you sit and
wait for them in your vehicle. I understand that in USA, the trick is to sit
and wait, with your hand well and truly exposed so that they know you're not
about to shoot at them! Strueth! I sure as hell would hate to be a copper in
your country, working under that sort of duress!
Okay! So the scene goes something like this......
NOTE:- I was driving a hire/rental car with Montana plates!
This piece of information will be relevant a little later in the story!
I had departed Gadsden, Alabama, fairly early in the morning. As I was fresh,
and your roads are so bloody good, I made pretty good time and I was
somewhere out where they were doing all those roadworks on the Eastern side
of Houston in October, last year. My guess it was about half an hour or so
outside the city limits.
The time was probably about 2 or 3 AM and I was starting to feel a little
ordinary.... not exactly tired, but sure as hell not as fresh as one would
want to be. I had been looking for a parking bay (rest area..... is that what
you blokes call it?) for some time, so that I could have a bit of a snooze to
freshen up, before tackling the last little bit into town. Every time I saw
an entrance to one, the signposts alerting motorists of the entrance were way
too close to the exit, and I was at risk of being run over by the truckies!
Not a good idea!
Anyway, someone had told me that those dual 70/60 MPH signs meant that at
night, heavy vehicles had to reduce to 60 MPH, whilst ordinary cars
could remain at 70. This being the case, I had set the cruise control at 73,
figuring that the Troopers would allow about 10% as happens here!
Next thing I know, the disco lights went off behind me! I reckoned that they
would be more....... accommodating if I stopped ASAP, so I pulled over,
immediately!
I kept my hands on top of the steering wheel (as advised) and sat and waited
for the lads to walk up to me! One walked up each side of my car, 40,000 watt
torches blazing, looking inside the car! I thought to myself..... Strueth!
These blokes don't muck about! This would never occur in Oz, unless
you had been either a maniac or had given them a hard time! Now, me? I had
complied immediately, so I was a tad perplexed!
At this time I hadn't seen a face due to the very bright
torches!
The following conversation ensued! Try and read what I type for the
conversation, phonetically!
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Cop #1
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(Words
to the effect of) "Good morning, Driver"
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Me
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"Gerday,
mate! Owyagoin'?"
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Cop#1
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"Scuse
me?"
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Me
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"Shit,
mate! All I said was owyagoin'? Errrrr.... Owareyamate?
Orright?"
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Cop#1
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"Scuse
me?"
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Me
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"Awwwww!
Shit! How-are-ya-going-mate? This bloody accent of mine is gonna get me
into shit... I can see that!"
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Cop#1
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A
grunt, then, "Could Ah see yah larsence, please?" (at least
that's
what it sounded
like to me)
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Me
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"Ay?
Oh! You want my licence, mate? Ummmm. Mate, it's in my wallet, which
is in my hip pocket. I'm gonna have ta get outta the car. Don't
shoot!"
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At
this point I think he worked out I was a vacationer from..... somewhere...
and he started grinning when I mentioned the bit about not shooting!
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As
I was getting out of the car he said, "Do you real-arse (that's what
it sounded like to me ... took me a while to work out he said realise) you
were doing 74 MPH on a 60 zone?"
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Me
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"Well,
your speedo's dead accurate!"
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Cop#1
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"Huh?"
(I guess this perplexed him because I assume few people admit when
they've....made an error!)
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Me
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"That's
exactly what I was doing! I though that the 60 meant for heavy vehicle only
at night, and that cars could still do 70"
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Cop#1
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"Nope!
Tha's fur allah traffic!"
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Me
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"Well!
I'll be f***ed! Mate! I didn't know! I honestly thought what I
said!"
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I
got my licence out and handed it to him.
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Me
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"You
ever seen one of them, before, mate?"
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Cop#1
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"Hell,
no! What all place does this come from?"
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Me
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"Mate,
that's an Aussie licence!"
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Cop#1
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"What's
this class farve sea?"
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Me
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"Ay?
What the hell are you on about?"
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He
then showed me the endorsement, "class 5C".
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Me
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"Oh!
That? Mate, that's a road train licence"
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Cop#1
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"Y'all
drive trains on the road in Oars-trail-ya?"
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Me
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"What?
Oh! Strueth, mate! Those are big trucks with many trailers all
hooked together to the one prime mover....errrrr... tractor! Some
gross over 120Tons... errrrrr ... about 240,000 lbs, or so!"
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Cop#1
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"Dayum!"
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He
then handed my licence over to cop #2! For the first time I noticed
what they looked like! Both were reasonably young blokes. Cop #1 was
white and the other bloke was black.
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Cop#2
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"Dayum!
Ah ain't nevah seen wunna doze befowah" (I am trying to imitate a
Texas accent, rather than trying to differentiate between the two coppers,
or belittle either! Bloody hard to do, in text! This is what
they sounded like to my ears, un-used to listening to Texans!
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My
warped sense of humour went into over-drive and, after I said it, I
realised that the next words I uttered weren't the smartest words I ever
said in my life!
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Me
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"Strueth!
What are you blokes? The bloody black and white minstrels?"
"Ooooops!
I didn't mean that how it sounded!"
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Well,
blow me down, but they both roared with laughter!
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Cop#2 (the black bloke)
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"You
Arsie's are crazy, man!"
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This
next bit is what really got to me! Cop#1 pointed to the car (remember the
tags on it).
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Cop#1
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"Y'all
drive that car allaway heeeyah from Oars-trail-yah?"
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Again,
I said what was probably not the smartest thing I ever said in my life!
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Me
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"Don't
be f***ing stupid! Whadderya bloody think I am? Bloody
superman?"
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Again,
they burst out laughing!
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Cop#2
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Something
along the lines of......"Awwww. man! You crack me up!"
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At
this stage, I was starting to sigh in relief, because I had realised that I
had made a monumental faux pas, or three!!!
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Cop#1
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"Whar
all did ya jus' come from?"
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Me
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"Gadsden."
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Cop#1
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"Whar
all is that?"
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Me
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"Up
near Birmingham, Alabama".
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Cop#1
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"Y'all
drive straight through?"
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Me
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"Yeah,
mate! I am an Aussie! We've got a bit of 'go' in us, you
know!"
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Cops#1 & #2
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"Dayum!"
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Cop#1
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"Whar
all ya going from heeyah?"
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Me
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"Houston"
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Cop#1
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"Whar
all in Houston?"
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Me
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"Buggered
if I know, mate! I could drive there, or explain to you, but I
haven't a clue what the address is! I can give you a phone number
where I will be".
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Cop#1
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"Nevah
mind. How long y'all staying in Houston?"
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Me
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"Matter
of fact, I will be there a day, then I am flying out the next
morning."
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Cop#1
seemed to want to do most of the talking, although the other bloke kept
laughing his head off! I guess he had never heard an Aussie (as
relaxed as I) talk , before!!! Perhaps he was too busy laughing to
ask me questions!
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Cop#1
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"Whar
to?"
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Me
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"Ay?
Whadderyasay?"
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Cop#1
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"Whar
y'all goin' to after Houston?"
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Me
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"Ahhhh!
Mate, I am flying to San Francisco."
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Cop#1
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"Y'all
got any drergs in t' car?"
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Me
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"What????"
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Cop#1
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"You
know. Drergs! Lark pot or marrywarnah!"
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Me
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"Oh!
You mean drugs? Shit, no, mate!"
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Could
this say something about San Francisco, perhaps, or at least how it is perceived?
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Cop#1
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"Pop
the trernk, please!"
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Me
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"Ay?
Oh! You mean open the boot?" (Aussie's say "Ay"
a lot, you may notice!)
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Cop#1 (sotto voce)
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"Whatever!'
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Me
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"Sure,
mate! Here ya go!"
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Then
I remembered that I had all these blister packs of Zantac that I take for a
hiatus hernia and I thought to myself, if these blokes see all of them,
they are gonna get a bad impression.
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Me
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"Errr!
Mate! I forgot to tell you........... I take these Zantac and I have
a shitload of them in my bags!'
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At
this point I though the cop#2 was gonna piss his pants, he was laughing so
hard!
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Cop#1
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"Go
on! Close the dayumed thang! Y'all are mad!"
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Me
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"Thanks,
mate! To an Aussie, that's a compliment! We're all bloody
lunatics!" (A little poetic
licence here).
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Well,
that was the end of BOTH of the Troopers! I realised at this point
how hard the cop#1 had been trying to keep a straight face because he lost
it completely! He started laughing until he seemed to be having a
hard time getting breath!
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Once
he regained his composure, he held out his hand and shook mine. Then
the other bloke did the same!
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Cop#1
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"Y'all
have a nice stay in Houston and enjoy the rest of your visit to America!
Man! You're nuts! Get outta here, and remember, that's 60 MPH
for ALL traffic, at night!"
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Throughout
all of this, the trucks had been slowly driving past, checking out the
scene! I wonder how often they saw a motorist get his hands shook by
a couple of Police Officers?? In all my years on the road in
Australia I have only seen it happen once or twice!
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In
retrospect, I now realise that I could have gotten myself into all
sorts of strife, through the fact I had a hard time understanding them and
because I was so bloody naive, but it turned out well in the end!
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