Boondox
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- Joined
- Apr 6, 2000
- Messages
- 3,873
- Location
- Craftsbury Common, Vermont
- Tractor
- Deere 4044R cab, Kubota KX-121-3S
I noticed a burned out headlight this morning in my Subaru. Made a mental note to pick up a bulb during this morning's trip to the Big City of Burlington. On the way, I stopped at the post office to pick up my mail. A local cop pointed out that I had a light out. I thanked him and mentioned it would be taken care of today. He waved. We parted.
We drove to Burlington. I'm driving down a busy street five mph over the speed limit with some joker right on my tail. The joker backed off suddenly. Up ahead I noticed a police car at the side of the road. I drove past him and pulled into the auto parts store. The officer falls in behind me, blue lights fired up. Asks for my license and registration. Tells me I have a light out. I tell him that's why I came to the auto parts store. I even have the owner's manual out showing the type of bulb I need. No matter. He writes me a fix it ticket on the spot before letting me go get the bulb. I don't think he even shaves yet.
I go inside after the big arrest. Buy a bulb. Walk outside and install it. Lights work. Drive to the police station in the pouring rain. Ask the sergeant behind the desk to come sign off the repairs. He looks at the ticket and notices only 12 minutes have elapsed since it was written. He askes the circumstances. I tell him. He radios the officer and has him personally come to the station to stand in the pouring rain and verify the lights work.
Gawd, give me a grizzled sergeant or a small town cop any day!
Pete
We drove to Burlington. I'm driving down a busy street five mph over the speed limit with some joker right on my tail. The joker backed off suddenly. Up ahead I noticed a police car at the side of the road. I drove past him and pulled into the auto parts store. The officer falls in behind me, blue lights fired up. Asks for my license and registration. Tells me I have a light out. I tell him that's why I came to the auto parts store. I even have the owner's manual out showing the type of bulb I need. No matter. He writes me a fix it ticket on the spot before letting me go get the bulb. I don't think he even shaves yet.
I go inside after the big arrest. Buy a bulb. Walk outside and install it. Lights work. Drive to the police station in the pouring rain. Ask the sergeant behind the desk to come sign off the repairs. He looks at the ticket and notices only 12 minutes have elapsed since it was written. He askes the circumstances. I tell him. He radios the officer and has him personally come to the station to stand in the pouring rain and verify the lights work.
Gawd, give me a grizzled sergeant or a small town cop any day!
Pete