Friday, July 10, 2009

Who Knew They Were Arboreal? 


My road opens out onto a fairly large, fast-moving street, where cars tend to say, "Speed limit? Ha! I laugh in the face of speed limits!" and then proceed to run over old ladies walking home from the grocery store.
As such, there are almost always cops lurking at least *somewhere* in the vicinity of my house.
So there I was, stopped at the stop sign before turning onto said large, fast-moving street, when I thought to myself, Self, what's that green thing?
The Green Thing turned out to be a Mountain Dew bottle, and when I craned my neck I could see the Mountain Dew bottle was sitting next to a police officer, who had wedged himself behind a tree and was pointing a radar gun out through the branches towards the street.
Well that's silly, because it's hard to chase people if you're stuck in a tree... oh wait...
Because *behind* the trees, seriously thirty feet off the road and completely hidden if you weren't parked for ten minutes at a stop sign gazing fixedly across the street (the way some of us may have been) were three cops on motorcycles, obviously poised to LEAP out onto the street and pull over anyone their tree-climbing buddy clocked speeding.
Doesn't that seem a little... elaborate?
I mean, most of the time I don't see speed traps until I'm right on top of them anyway, even if the cop is in a car.
The only thing I can think is that they were bored, so they set up this sort of crazed speed trap subterfuge.
It sort of made me want to peel out onto the street just to see what would happen.
But only sort of.

Comments:
How sweet would it have been if all three motorcycle cops had taken off after you...all those sirens and lights, just for you....

I imagine the experience would sour when you actually received the ticket.

Another fun option would have been to ram the base of the tree the look-out cop was in. Bet the cops wouldn't have known what to do with that....

There's a reason I don't drive.
 
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