Ive passed the bar, and Im on a mission from God.

A quick narrative. I always wanted a hopped up muscle car when I was younger. I couldnt afford one. Now I can, and I have one. It is a 70 Mustang, and her name is Bessie. Bessie is the prototypical juvenile, male-caveman, scratch your crotch and drink cheap beer car. Chromed engine, dual exhaust, 250 horsepower, big tires, tra la la la.

Im driving Bessie on Beach Boulevard behind an ancient guy in a beat up truck. He decides to turn in front of me without a blinker. I accelerate to swerve and avoid him, and this assh*le, overaerobicized woman jumps in front of my car with her hand up.

Meet Ethel, the neighborhood busybody/nuisance. She proceeds to yell in my window, Hey, slow down you %$&#@ idiot. Im a well-bred, mellow guy by nature, so I ignore this. As I drive away, she yells, assh*le at me again. Twice? *&%$# that. I turn around and drive up next to her.

Do you have a problem? I ask.

Yeah, why are you driving like an idiot?

I was driving like an idiot? How, exactly?

You were speeding. I watched you. You were? I see. How did you measure my speed? (Ever the interrogator, I am.)

I heard you.

So, you measured my speed by ear?

I can hear.

How fast did you HEAR me going?

Look, she says, I dont have to take this. Here comes a cop. Ill wave him down.

THE POLICE? This woman is a trip. She waves him down, and proceeds to tell him that she observed me speeding.

What happened? he asks. I told him the story, and told him that I accelerated to an indicated 30 mph (the speed limit is 50) to avoid a collision.

Are those mufflers legal? Ethel asks.

Shes pushing it. I reply, I have a C.A.R.B. exemption for them. I give the paperwork to the cop.

She tries to find another thing to screw me with. She says What about those big tires? They CANT be legal. I began feeling little overheated gears in the back of my head start to turn.

These tires were available on the 1970 Boss 429, I told the cop, Which makes them street legal as a replacement.

Ethel gets angry. She whines, So youre not going to give out any tickets to this assh*le?

The cop says, No, I am not.

Ive about had it. So I say, Sir, this woman told you that she left the street at the corner, and then she met up with my car here. According to Title 19, pedestrians have to cross the street at a right angle. This woman admitted she crossed at a 45-degree angle, which is a ticketable offense.

What? The cop looks confused.

Also, she told you that she walked in front of my car to stop me. A citizen cant detain someone without probable cause, under Terry v. Ohio (My new favorite case). Since she couldnt measure my speed, she had no probable cause to detain me. That is an indictable offense.

The cop says, But, I didnt see any of this.

But, I said, I did, and, as an officer of the Court, I can demand her arrest. Ill agree to dismiss the Illegal Detention charge, but I want her cited for not crossing at a right angle and Hazardous Conduct on a Public Street.

The cop called his Lieutenant, and after the cop told the story, he authorized the summonses.

She went home with $215.00 worth of traffic tickets, and they are worth a total of four points against her license, as well as the appropriate insurance surcharge!

Of course, if she demands a trial I wont prosecute. But the look on her face as she walked away was more than enough satisfaction for me.

Yeah, Ive passed the bar, and Im on a mission from God.

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