A Big Waste of Time and Money
Every day on the way home from work, I see between two and four cops on the side of the road, waiting to catch speeders. They almost never do — five days a week for the past twenty plus weeks and I’ve seen maybe two handfuls of people being pulled over. These two to four are typically sheriff’s deputies. The only person I ever saw being pulled over in the act of speeding (as opposed to passing the cop with the blue lights on and the ticket pen out) was pulled over by a Mississippi Highway Patrol.
The problem I have with what they’re doing is:
1. Speeding isn’t nearly as dangerous as the people I see texting and talking on the cellphone while driving. I saw a girl (dark blue, two-door recent-ish Honda Civic, custom plates said “Trino”) texting going over seventy miles an hour either Friday or Thursday of this week. She had BOTH HANDS firmly on her phone.
2. For them to stop someone, they would have to be going faster enough than the flow of traffic to warrant breaking into said flow from a dead stop and accelerating to go faster than the perp in order to catch them. I don’t want to be near them when this decision is made (but anyone going that fast needs to be stopped — and a $300 ticket isn’t enough stopping power for me).
3. These cops are getting paid to sit on the side of the interstate, and I know all crime hasn’t been eliminated from the coastal counties.
Mostly it’s the last two, but I’m really all in favor of banning texting while you are the motherfucking driver of a vehicle. I wasn’t, until I started seeing it more often — and two 16 year olds girls in two years died when they hit a schoolbus because they were texting. Seriously, they were so into it they missed a schoolbus.
I don’t care if you’re the motherfucking samurai prince of Dalaam: nothing you have to say is more important than my life. And I don’t want to have to slam my breaks to let Boss Hog pull out onto the interstate to chase a kid with fart pipes and a Mitsubishi struggling to hit 90mph.
