So, I got stopped by the police last Friday leaving Bob and Patti's house at about 1 AM. I'd decided not to go 495 to return home, but instead to just drive East until I hit 95/128.
Well, I guess I was driving a little fast because I barely got 3 miles before a patrol car made a U-turn behind me and turned its lights on. I pulled into a parking lot and fished out my registration.
The man identified himself as a local officer of that town and warned me of the numerous changes in speed limit on that road. Truth be told, I was not going all that fast, but certainly was exceeding the speed limit. Part of why I had decided to avoid 495 was that I wanted to drive a little more slowly and see a bit of the back roads of massachusetts at night, while the state is asleep. I told him I was visiting friends and I was on my way home.
He ran my license and returned, letting me know that it would have been an expensive ticket. I acknowledged this.
"I'll try to be more careful. I didn't realize this was a 35 mph zone. I guess I just missed the sign."
"You really have to watch for those signs." he said. "And it's a twisty road. It's a long drive home for you."
"I know. I decided to come this way instead of 495 because I don't really feel like driving 495."
"Hey - you don't have to explain! It's a free country."
A free country? I've never had a police officer say anything like that before.
"Uh, OK officer. I guess I'll take it easy the rest of the way."
"Alright. Have fun."
"Have fun?" Who is this guy? All in all, a very strange stop. I came away without even a written warning. Bizarre. In the next town I was followed by a second cruiser from the time I entered the town until the time I crossed the next town line. Needless to say, I heeded the speed limits all the way home.Posted by James at October 14, 2003 4:58 PM