A few days ago, while cruising through a small Nashville suburban community enroute to a local zoning board office, I saw a motorcycle cop sitting partially hidden from traffic just off the road ahead. I didn't know exactly where the zoning office was located so I pulled off the road next to him, killed the Busa engine, removed my helmet, and said "Good morning". He just looked at me with a contemptable sneer and said nothing. Undaunted, I asked "Can you point me to the zoning office" and without hesitation he growled "Do you have your license and proof of insurance?"
Somewhat miffed by his curt attitude, I just said "Yes, of course" but didn't offer them to him (he didn't ask for them). He then barked "Well, let me have them" and I dug them out of my wallet and gave them to him as he walked behind me to look at my tag. He looked at my documents briefly, grabbed his walkie-talkie mic, and called-in my numbers for a rap report. He was wearing a half-helmet with an in-the-ear monitor so I couldn't hear what was said back to him.
A few moments later, he asked if I was armed. Surprised, I said "Yes, I'm legally armed" (apparently, gun permits are flagged with Tennessee driver's license data). He then demanded my Handgun Carry Permit which I also surrendered to him without saying anything. Moments later, he handed all of my cards back to me and asked if my gun was loaded. I was fairly amazed by that question (why would I carry an empty gun) and my patience was also growing thin as I quipped "Yes, my Glock is loaded with 13 high-velocity .357 hollow point rounds". Aware of my irritation, he probed further "Why do you have to carry a gun?" I said "For criminals". He scoffed and mumbled something about that was his job and something about everyone wanted to be a cop and told me I could go. I said "Fine...can you now tell me where the zoning office is located?" He looked REALLY pissed after that question and finally said "It's 5 blocks down on the right." I put my helmet on and his parting comment was "I'll be watching for you" to which I loudly replied from within my helmet "I'll be watching for you too". I started the Busa, pulled forward a few feet to check for traffic (with the BDE muffler intentionally rumbing in his face) and left.
Yep, I ended up with an attitude from my encounter with a snotty cop but I didn't bring it to him. His attitude infected me.
I understand that cops are just people with a tough job, subject to ups and downs like everyone else but... when they treat lawful citizens like scumbags, I also understand why many people dislike and fear them! I'm not a cop hater at all but I have very dark feelings towards that one.
Happy trails...
Somewhat miffed by his curt attitude, I just said "Yes, of course" but didn't offer them to him (he didn't ask for them). He then barked "Well, let me have them" and I dug them out of my wallet and gave them to him as he walked behind me to look at my tag. He looked at my documents briefly, grabbed his walkie-talkie mic, and called-in my numbers for a rap report. He was wearing a half-helmet with an in-the-ear monitor so I couldn't hear what was said back to him.
A few moments later, he asked if I was armed. Surprised, I said "Yes, I'm legally armed" (apparently, gun permits are flagged with Tennessee driver's license data). He then demanded my Handgun Carry Permit which I also surrendered to him without saying anything. Moments later, he handed all of my cards back to me and asked if my gun was loaded. I was fairly amazed by that question (why would I carry an empty gun) and my patience was also growing thin as I quipped "Yes, my Glock is loaded with 13 high-velocity .357 hollow point rounds". Aware of my irritation, he probed further "Why do you have to carry a gun?" I said "For criminals". He scoffed and mumbled something about that was his job and something about everyone wanted to be a cop and told me I could go. I said "Fine...can you now tell me where the zoning office is located?" He looked REALLY pissed after that question and finally said "It's 5 blocks down on the right." I put my helmet on and his parting comment was "I'll be watching for you" to which I loudly replied from within my helmet "I'll be watching for you too". I started the Busa, pulled forward a few feet to check for traffic (with the BDE muffler intentionally rumbing in his face) and left.
Yep, I ended up with an attitude from my encounter with a snotty cop but I didn't bring it to him. His attitude infected me.
Happy trails...