Today I got pulled over by a motorcycle cop. "Why was Gwyn pulled over?" you might ask. "What was she doing wrong?" Well, I'll tell you: absolutely nothing! She was most definitely minding her own business, being a good citizen. Here's the story:
I was driving to my last clinic of the day (for work). I was driving northbound on a fairly well-traveled road, and had turned off of a side street, when I noticed a police car headed south. Nothing odd about that - I am always careful to drive well under the speed limit on this street, because there's no speed limit sign on that particular stretch - except I noticed that the policeman in the car looked at me and our little, black truck.
So I eased over into the left turn lane, making sure to have my turn signal on in plenty of time, when I noticed a motorcycle policeman pull up behind me. I kept myself calm - nothing to worry about anyway, I wasn't doing anything wrong. And even though I made sure to turn into the correct lane, sure enough, the lights came on, I pulled into a parking lot, and parked the car.
The policeman actually didn't adress me right away. Instead, he walked around and looked at the truck from all sides, saying into his police radio as he went "I'm looking at the vehicle right now." The first thing he asked me was where I was coming from - no problem there, I was coming from the health clinic, and gave him the name & location.
Apparently, the reason he pulled me over was that just a block from where I had turned onto the main north-south road, there was a hit and run - a small, black truck, headed northbound. What are the odds?
He was a very amiable, pleasant officer, and chuckled a little when he realized that I wasn't actually who he was looking for. Clearly, there was no damage to the truck, and I hadn't come from the intersection where the accident happened. He was very friendly and thanked me for my cooperation before he headed off. No harm, no foul, right?
No hard feelings, just an interesting story.
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