Caught by the Fuzz

Well I managed to mess up last night on the way to the Chameleons meeting BIG time!

I found an old CD of The Cult and decided to listen to it on my way to the meeting in the truck! Ummm now that was a bit of a mistake I think. Well as it happened I was running a little late and the combination of being late and the wonderful full on sound of the cult playing just above the threshold of pain I ended up doing nearly 90kph down Guildford road which is only a 60 zone!

Now here is the stupid thing...... Normally I have an inbuilt radar for speed cameras and plain clothes cars. But last night that radar failed entirely. I over took a blue commodore that had several arials on the rear window which seemed to speed up a bit when I went past. I thought absolutely nothing of it and continued on my merry way singing at the top of my lungs!

AND then just as "Libertine" was drawing to a close I heard something that didn't belong in the song. I checked my mirror, ummmm only a blue commodore, nothing out of the ordinary. So I continued on and then the commodore flashed me and I heard the siren again.

I turned to look and both driver and passenger were making hand signals for me to pull over and then the siren came on again.

Bugger, I pulled up the next side street, cut the engine and got out to do my famous and patented walk up to the coppers in the vain hope they won't check out my car. It was only then that I realised I was dressed in my black skirt with red stitching and D rings all over it, a pair of opaques, my Mary jane t-bar shoes and the KMFDM tour t-shirt. Ahhhhh I thought to myself, this is going to be fun!

The police themselves were actually quite nice. Asked for my license, breath tested me, and then asked if there was something wrong with my steering....... "Ummmmm no" I answered, "Why?"

He informed me that the car had been swerving a bit and since I blew 0 on the machine he thought there might be something wrong with the car. It was then that I admitted that I hadn't heard the siren the first time very clearly cause I had the stereo up loud and was kind of "car dancing" so that might have been the cause of the swerving. He then asked if I hadn't noticed the lights?

"Your lights aren't on." I said pointing back to the his car.

He actually looked a little embarrassed by this and then told me they thought I wasn't going to stop and had started the procedure for a chase as I pulled over. Then he laughed and said that he couldn't do me for failure to stop in that case.

AND this is when it happened. His partner walked over to my truck and shone his torch underneith to see a large mess of oil covering the front diff and then noticed the roo bar was snapped and rusted in one spot, and my tail light was broken and I had no rubbers on the pedals. Grrrrrrr he put the sticker on my windscreen told me my obligations and suggested that I slow down a little in the future. And that was that. They drove away.

So yet again I have proven that police in WA just couldn't care how you are dressed just so long as the traffic coppers get their quotas for the day.

It seems there might be an unscheduled busy weekend this weekend, fixing up the truck to get it over the pits! Damn and I was going to get my nails done this saturday!