A little tale

[RonNBama]

While seardhing for the entrance to Ray Roberts State Park near/in Point Pilot, TX, at 10PM on new year's eve, we managed to make a couple of wrong turns and had to stop twice for directions at local convenience stores. This must have attracted the attention of the local Gestapo because as I was driving slowly (48MPH) in a noble attempt to not make yet another wrong turn, I was Blue-Lighted. I was delayed for about half an hour, parked in the turn lane to the park (finally found it) while Barney Fife checked my paperwork, had his drug dog go around my Monaco and write up a warning citation for driving too slowly and impeding traffic. Since he was the only other vehicle on the road and as I saw him pull in behind me, I can only assume that I was blocking his progress to the donut stand (grin here).

After dealing with officer friendly's over-active imagination, we finally made the park and got set up in the last pull-trough for a wonderful camping experience. I wonder how the officer would have responded if I had held the speed limit until seing the turnoff and then slamming on my brakes and whipping the 38' RV across the RR tracks onto the acces road?

What a putz! Can't wait to share this tale with several of my policeman riding buddies and see what they think.

[RonNBama]

While seardhing for the entrance to Ray Roberts State Park near/in Point Pilot, TX, at 10PM on new year's eve, we managed to make a couple of wrong turns and had to stop twice for directions at local convenience stores. This must have attracted the attention of the local Gestapo because as I was driving slowly (48MPH) in a noble attempt to not make yet another wrong turn, I was Blue-Lighted. I was delayed for about half an hour, parked in the turn lane to the park (finally found it) while Barney Fife checked my paperwork, had his drug dog go around my Monaco and write up a warning citation for driving too slowly and impeding traffic. Since he was the only other vehicle on the road and as I saw him pull in behind me, I can only assume that I was blocking his progress to the donut stand (grin here).

After dealing with officer friendly's over-active imagination, we finally made the park and got set up in the last pull-trough for a wonderful camping experience. I wonder how the officer would have responded if I had held the speed limit until seing the turnoff and then slamming on my brakes and whipping the 38' RV across the RR tracks onto the acces road?

What a putz! Can't wait to share this tale with several of my policeman riding buddies and see what they think.

[Letsgoagain]

Hey, I like Barney Fife. Well the Andy Griffith show anyway.
Maybe he thought you had some illegal immigrants on board or who knows terrorist plotting to blow up the state park. Not sure whats down in that area but the occifer probably didn't have anything else to do that night. Like watch out for drunks on New Year's Eve.
Glad it didn't ruin your camping trip though.
Happy New Year to you.
Letsgoagain

[ronboc]

Been wondering where you'd gotten to lately, Ron.

Sorry you got that kinda treatment from someone supposedly sworn to uphold the law for citizens, not hold up lawful citizens. I know that area quite well and the area around the park entrance can be confusing, even in the daylite. Very glad to hear you still had a good time in spite of him. Did you offer him a drink to celebrate the New Year?

[RonNBama]

<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-title">quote:</div><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-content">Originally posted by ronboc:
Very glad to hear you still had a good time in spite of him. Did you offer him a drink to celebrate the New Year? </div></BLOCKQUOTE>

Naw, I was too drunk and my bong-pipe had just tipped over so there was smelly water all over so I really didn't feel sociable. The load of illegals were making noises from the storage bay and the endangered animals were coming out from under their sedation. I just needed to get rolling before he noticed.

The drug dog portion was really funny. After the occifer did all the questioning and wrote me the warning ticket, he informed me that it was policy to check the exterior with his drug dog. I observed that he must not have a whole lot to do that night. He was somewhat offended and proceeded to fetch RinTinTin from the back of his patrol car. Unfortunately, all Rintie had on his mind was taking a p-break on the surrounding bushes. I really think that the dog was probably a family pet that was dressed up to terrorize the tourists who slowed down to make a turn.

Clean and sober for 3-hours and 12 minutes and counting, The Other Ron.