I pulled out of my drive today & when I got to the stop sign at the end of the road I slowed down & turned left straight in front of the RCMP, he did a u-turn & I got the flashing lights in the mirror, I pulled up & when he came to the window I gave him my licence & registration & as soon as he saw my licence he said ‘oh a class 1, I won’t give you a ticket then’ he told me off for not wearing a seat belt & explained that stop means stop, not slow down & let me go on my way.
This isn’t the first time i’ve had preferential treatment from the RCMP either, I was on the way to BC last week & they were doing a speed trap on the single lane bit going up towards Lake Louise, when I approached the cop put the gun down & picked it up to zap the car behind me, a minute later & the car behind was pulled over, he’d been following me for miles so was doing the same speed as me.
What a nice bunch the RCMP are, I know I’ll probably get a ticket now for something really stupid but it’s good that they give us an easy time, not like the European plod at all.
Another tick in the ‘good things about Canada box’ to go with them new Uncle Burgers in A&W, OMG they are a bit nice!!!
No the doubles are Papa’s, the Uncle is a Sirloin Burger, I used to go for the Papa but the Uncle is now the Burger of choice, it’s getting cold soon & I need to fatten up a bit so I’m gonna start having 2 from now on
I like the teen burgers best but i am starting to gain the weight back that i lost when i worked at your place. I pull a reefer now and you certainly don’t burn the calories like flat deck work in winter. I work for a top bloke and its only a very small company. The tackles really good (as long as you like Peterbilts) and we run a lot of Texas, Arizona and California although we can go anywhere.
One time in Dafoe, SK, I came to the stop, then went through. I did stop but it was a mighty close call. There was an RCMP car sat at the railway tracks and on came his lights for a tug.
He asked for my licence, registration and logbook. I told him he wasn’t going to like the log and explained that I hadn’t drawn a line all day, not even the pretrip. I then suggested that we might go another half mile up the road to the inspection pull out because it would be safer than doing all this on the shoulder.
We arrived at the pullout and he came back to my window, asked for my licence and reg, then went away to give me time to do my log, which he asked for when he got back with the licence.
Net result was a suggestion to make the stop last a little longer and to keep the log up to date. No ticket, no hassle.
I also got let off on a 96kmh in a 70 zone by an OPP officer. I really hadn’t known it was a 70. I thought I was going to get done for 105 in a 90. Reckon my surprise was genuine enough that he had mercy on me.
Got nagged by a South Dakota DOT man the other week. I was busy writing the lines as I was entering the inspection area and sounded the horn by accident. He said I should do the lines before I got pulled up~
They’re not all in the west then, the good ones.
I got pulled in my French wagon south of Rouen and he called me down from the cab with all my papers.
While he checked them he asked if I knew why I had been stopped and I replied in the negative, I wasn’t in a restricted zone and wasn’t doing more than 90.
With a sad slow shake of the head he said ‘quatre-vingt cinq’ in that roundabout way the French have with some numbers. I missed it first time and asked him to repeat as I was English. He turned the ‘jumelles’ (radar binoculers) so I could see the digital 85 on the readout and I was reassured till I realised he thought that was speeding. He saw my genuine astonishment when in answer to my question he told me it was a 50 limit, looked at me hard, thought for a moment then pushed my papers back into my hand and said ‘go on, ■■■■■■■■
I did.
A local mate of mine here, a retired gendarme. thinks the bloke suddenly realised he’d set up in the wrong place, the speed limit started 100 metres down the road.
I think it was my winning smile though.
Spardo, I must have one of those smiles too & I’ll agree with you about ‘Les Flics’ When I was much younger & the limit in france was 80kmh I was belting up the A1 around Ressons on the way home, I was doing about 75mph & a Gendarme jumped up from behind a sign with his lollipop & pulled me onto a slip road. Straight away he was on my step asking for my disc, which I handed over, ‘Problem Monsieur’ he said, I said ‘I’m very sorry, i don’t speak any French, this is my 1st time in your country’ & asked him what the problem was & he told me in Franglais that I was speeding, I replied that I was not, I was only doing 75 & the limit was 80, he started going on about kilometres in his obviously french accent, I just played dumb & pointed to my speedo, which being an English motor had the MPH markings around the outside & said that the camion was crap as it wouldn’t even do 80, this went on for several minutes, he was going on about kilometres & I was telling how I was leaving to get a job with a faster lorry so that I could at least do the speed limit, as this was happening I got out my B&H, lit one & offered him one which he took, he said ‘Ahh, English cigarettes’ so I gave him the box, that soon disappeared into his top pockect & he gave me my tacho back & in perfect English explained the difference between MPH & KMH, I made all the correct dumb englishman noises & got sent on my way without handing over the quatre cent cinquant francs that I should’ve paid, but minus 1 half full box of B&H
You do find some good ones here Spardo 