Originally Posted by WesinRockies
I had someone report me once while I was working on getting the step out of my truck that I use for my mother in law.
Cops came checked my plates license and registration her handicap Registration and ID whole thing prolly took 30 mins.
Which didn't bother me. But during that time we as tax payers paid him to do this and also durning that time I held up a handicap parking area that some other person could not use.
So be careful who you report.
This happened to me just last December. I had parked at the 1st spot next to the door. It was snowing. As stated in my previous post, my car has a tag not a plate. The snow was coming down fast and by the time I came out of the store (grocery shopping so I must have been in there an hour) I had a good inche of snow over my car, so the windshield was covered over with snow, thus the tag could not be seen. Someone called the police, saying it was a non-handicapped car in a handicapped spot.
It was somewhat hilarious, however, seeing how I live in this particular town and EVERYBODY knows my car....I'll explain that part in a sec...anyways I come out of the store and parked across the back of my car (so it can't move out of the spot) was a police car. I didn't think anything of it, I just figured he stopped there to answer a call or something and would be driving off in a second.
So, I'm putting bags in my car when I hear:
"I knew that was my girl! I had to take the call when I heard it come in. Figured it had to be you, how many rhinestoned Volvos can there be? You got handicap tags on this on the old girl?"
I reach in and pull the tag off the mirror, and show it too him.
"Yep, I figured you did. Just couldn't see it under the snow. We still got a poll going down at the station, if you ever sell the old girl, we want to buy her and use her for an under cover car. No one will suspect this of being a PD." He laughs says good night and drives off.
Back tracking now...2 months previous to this event...October...
I'm on my way home, driving (a few blocks from this same store) on a 4 lane main road (Rt1) coming up to a red light, when blue lights start flashing. I pull over right at the red light. Same police car drives up beside me. I roll down the window, uncertain what I've done...
"Hey! Had to pull you over to say hi!" hollars out the cop whose in his 60s, nearing retirment. "Just wanted to ask you how you got all this stuff on your car, we was thinking of making one of these down at the station, to use for an undercover car and we can't figure out how you built this thing."
back track again...to August ...
It's night time...close to midnight...pitch black...no street lights on this particular road...I'm on my way home, driving down the long back road through the Ross Forest, where a known speed trap sits in a pull off beside the road. I drive past the speed trap, next thing I know, blue lights are bearing down on me. I pull over...
...The cop gets out. Stands there. Stares. Shocked at what he's looking at. His blue lights are blinking and, sending millions of disco ball lights reflections all over every tree in the area.
He gets back in the car, turns on the spot light onto my car - it's light daylight now, with the reflection beaming rainbows of color everywhere.
He pulls out his night light and walks slowly around my car, several times, shining the flashlight over various shimmering parts of it, muttering "I've heard of it, but I'd never seen it before..."
Finally he walks up to the window and says to me: "We are looking for a Volvo that was reported heading this way, so we are stopping all the Volvos ... I saw the big square lights and knew it was a Volvo, but it's not you, booooooy is it ever not you! How in the hell did you do this to your car?"
... back track one more time...June 2013... Car Show...
I collect cars, I have lots of cars, but I have one, car that stands out The Dazzling Razzberry, my daily driver and my TOAD when I'm on the road. It's a 1992 Volvo 240...with 2.5million marbles, rhinestones, mirrors, beads, charms, and buttons glued to every inch of it. When the lights hit it at night it looks like a giant disco ball and sends reflected light over everything just like a disco ball. This car is a show stopper with a shelf full of trophies and awards. It took 3 years to build, and the officer who stopped me multiple times, first met me here, when he volunteered to direct traffic the day the town shut down RT1 and parked it full of antique cars. When I arrived there was a crowd waiting, and screaming "There it is! I told you an art car was coming to the show this year."
Here is the car in question:
(And as you can see BigFoot was at the show as well, and I was the car parked beside Team BigFoot -that's me with the builder of BigFoot -I've forgotten his name just now
- so got to spend the day hanging out with them)
....back to the day someone complained... the officer explained that the person who complained, had complained
#1: because they couldn't see the tag under the snow
#2: because they had concluded that no one driving a car that looked like that could possibly be disabled, and had had themselves a long rant to the police describing what they called "a white trash hoodlum car, some teenaged thugs had glued tons of shiny crap to" (thus how the officer knew who the owner was and requested to take the call)
The lesson here...you can't always judge a handicapped person by either their looks, or the car they happen to drive.