May 7, 2004 at 10:03 pm in Uncategorized

I ended a 30 year spree of never getting a moving voilation ticket this afternoon when one of LA’s finest wrote me up and I’m still not sure why. As you can see from this illustration:
I was in the right lane, and just the road split I got into the left lane. I actually thought to my self “that was as close to the solid white line I’ve ever come, but luckily I did actually cross on the broken line.” So I merge left and I see Johnny Law standing on the side of the road waving his hands like a freak. He’s pointing, screaming, causing a fuss, so I look around to see what the hell he’s going on about. Turns out, he’s going on about me. I pull over and he comes up and say “Who did you think I was pointing at?” Uh.. I don’t know it was rush hour and you were a block away, so maybe any one of the other 50 cars within 10 feet of me? He goes on to say something about how I knew I just did something wrong, so who else would he have been pointing at? But I didn’t think I did. So I ask “What did I do wrong?” He stammers and says something about all the signs and crossing a median. At this point I figure that since he was a block ahead of me he probably thought I’d crossed on the solid white, I didn’t, I crossed on the broken line, but I’m not dumb enough to think I’m going to convince this guy of that. So I give him my papers, he writes it up and comes back saying I’m being cited for “failure to obey a sign.” I ask which sign. He says “Any of them.” What?? I guess he picks up on my confused look and says something about a “right lane must exit” sign and walks away. Then, as if that’s not bad enough, he wrote the wrong address on the ticket, so now when they mail me the big package of crap telling me what to do that he said they’d be mailing, it’s going to go to the wrong place. So now, not only did my perfect driving record get tarnished, I don’t know how much I have to pay, or how to contest it because this tool wrote down the wrong thing. And, of course, there’s NO contact info on the receipt he gave me. Shit. What do I do from here?

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