Wife and I were driving home late one evening from Indy. Probably around 1-2am. We haven't seen another car for half an hour. As we come up to the light by Sherrill's Eat Here and Get Gas, the light turns yellow. I was already into the solid white stripes, I could have hit the brakes hard and made the stop, but I chose to go through it at the speed I was traveling. The light turned red as I passed under it and immediately I saw flashing red lights come on back in the dive's parking lot and come in my direction. Rats! So I pulled over and waited for him to catch up. State cop gets out and comes up to the window and asks why I didn't stop at that light back there?
So I said, "We were going 60, I was in the solid white paint when the light turned yellow, I was worried that if I slammed on the brakes I might lose control of the vehicle, or, I might hurt the baby." I pointed over to my wife's very pregnant belly. She was wearing her seat belt properly, as we always do.
He looked at her, looked at me, gave me the 'that sounds reasonable' look with a tip of his head, and then said, "Good enough. If everything checks out with your license and registration you'll be on your way shortly." And with a have a safe trip and slow down a bit, we were on our way. I've found most police to be quite reasonable if you're absolutely honest with them from the get-go. You start giving them stories or attitude and you blow it pretty quick.
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