Okay, so I'm one of those that you all love to bag. Your call. But anyway, I'm a motorcycle traffic cop in Christchurch. There aren't too many of us, you may know me, whatever.
Last night at about 9.30 I was sitting on the company bike watching the Colombo St/Hereford St lights, when a Ford Falcon taxi (narrows it down to about 10,000) drove through a red light. It went red when the front wheels were 2 to 3 metres prior to the limit lines, the driver was accelerating to beat the lights. It was a cut and dried, ridgy didge red light offence.
Anyway, I followed (red and blue lights allow us to do that), having had a FULL, CLEAR UNOBSTRUCTED VIEW of the offence. Pretty clear cut. The taxi then failed to indicate turning a corner, and eventually stopped for me some distance further on.
I then got a lecture about how good a driver the driver was, how law abiding too, how I should go catch a boy racer or a gang member, how the driver hadn't had a ticket in 30 years, further details of the fabulous driving skills,more details of the advanced driving skills, etc. Oh, and it was orange.
Anyway, just the one ticket issued, the red light one.
I then got to ponder, yet again, the view that we all have our own driving ability. Today that taxi driver, who blew a red light and failed to indicate, will be telling all the clan about this nasty , revenue collecting man who wrote a BS ticket for such a law abiding, skilled driving member of the taxpaying public, one who pays my wages.
And I'll write the same ticket every time I see that offence, as people who crash red lights hit people sometimes.
Just venting.
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