06-05-2007, 04:07 PM
Racial slurs somewhat edited. This came off of the R6 forums:
"This is gonna be a long post--and at the end, you may think I'm a dick. But, for those that have read my posts, I think I'm pretty straight forward, no BS and beyond fair. I've even been able to help some folks who have asked for advice.
Let me tell you a little story about my day yesterday. The names have been changed to protect the retarded*.
I work from 9PM (2100) to 0700 in the morning. So last night, me and my partner hit Starbucks about 10pm when we hit the street. My partner runs in to get coffee and grab me hot chocolate. ( I never learned to like coffee, but I love me some cocoa--sue me!)
As I'm sitting in my marked patrol car, in full uniform, this guy pulls up on the same bike I have- a blue, 2007 R6. He pulls up to 4 other guys on street bikes, and there's a small group of girls nearby flirting.
The guy takes off his helmet, he's about 22, white kid, with spikey hair. He was also wearing a polo shirt with the collar turned up--God I wish that shit was illegal--but anyway.
He's not looking my way, but I'm looking over his bike--because it's got some shit I don't have, and I'm wanting to ask him how he likes some of it (slip on, double bubble screen, levers, and some other stuff). Before I get the chance to talk to him he see's i'm looking and says to me, "Quit jocking my shit".
It takes me a minute to realize he's talking to me..because i'm waiting for him to smile or something, but he never does.
I'm still not 100% sure I heard him right, so I ask him to repeat himself. He says loudly, "Quit jocking my shit bitch." I heard that loud and clear.
So I get out of the car--and I'm still not really mad about it..because I'm sure he's joking--he has to be joking right?
So I try a different approach, I tell him I've got the same bike--and I just got the rear seat cowl, and I like the way it looks on my bike.
He tells me, "well, I'd get it, but your lady needs a place to sit".
Holy shit--the kids got jokes. Little does this guy know my wifes pregnant, and there's no way in hell her ass is fitting on that tiny rear seat, but that's not really the point now is it.
So I start to look at the bike a bit closer, oh snap--no mirrors....damn--no rear turn signals....uh oh---no license plate light...
So I point out some of these things and he looks me dead in the face and says, "nijja, i'm on private property,and I'm parked, not riding, you ain't seen shit". Nijja?!?!?! I'm a 33 year old white guy getting talked down to by a 22 year old white guy..Nijja?!?! And now his friends are smirking like this kid is a hero--and there's a crowd listening--where the hell is my partner with my cocoa?
Well, as much as it hurt to say, the kid was about 1/2 way right. But being 1/2 way ****ed works for me so I got to ****ing.
In California you must surrender your license for identification on demand to any peace officer--hey wait, that's me. I ask him for his license and wouldn't you know, he left it at home.
Strike 1- DL not in possession.
Ok, how about your insurance? Nope, must be next to his license he forgot.
Strike 2- No proof of insurance.
I ask him if he's even got a valid license, and his next words sounded soooo good. He said, "Um..it SHOULD be." Should be???! DMV computer says.....
Strike 3- License suspended for DUI (and this guy is actually only 19)
So I get on the radio, and ask them to start me a 30 day impound tow.
As he starts to pace back and forth, my computer gives me this awesome Star Wars sound when someone is on parole or probation and wouldn't you know, it sounds like I got Chubacca in my car. All kinds of sounds..but that's what you get with a DUI conviction--probation.
So I bring my new friend over to my car, and I start going through his pockets..and wouldn't you know, I happened to find that missing drivers license after all.
Strike 4-Providing false information to an officer.
My pal was wearing a back pack, and inside--hey...Smirnoff Ice..I love these things..especially the grape ones..
Strike 5--Minor in possession of alcohol.
Now i'm kinda on the bubble...all the things I've got on this guy are misdemeanors, (and I'm not even citing him for the plate light, mirrors or signals) and the only thing I can really take the guy to jail on is the driving on a suspended license--but with my department, it's my call--and now the kids about to cry, so i'm ready to call it a day.
I tell him to toss me the keys to the bike, and on the key chain is a small container of pepper spray.
Strike 6- Convicted felon (for the DUI) in possession of a chemical agent.
Please take a seat in the back of the car.
I'm not gonna lie--seeing that bike on the back of a flat-bed..and the owner now all "yes sir, I'm sorry sir, my bad sir," in the back of my car, and I finally got my cocoa---it kinda made my night.
So Mr. Edwards*, if your a member of this forum, only 29 days to go--and maybe we can go for a ride?
And like the Ghetto Boys once said, "Goddamn if feels good to be a gangster". "
Kid absolutely got what he deserved. What kind of idiot talks crap to a cop, especially when he had the chance to make friends with him!
Oh also, could someone please give me a definition of "jocking"? :lol:
"This is gonna be a long post--and at the end, you may think I'm a dick. But, for those that have read my posts, I think I'm pretty straight forward, no BS and beyond fair. I've even been able to help some folks who have asked for advice.
Let me tell you a little story about my day yesterday. The names have been changed to protect the retarded*.
I work from 9PM (2100) to 0700 in the morning. So last night, me and my partner hit Starbucks about 10pm when we hit the street. My partner runs in to get coffee and grab me hot chocolate. ( I never learned to like coffee, but I love me some cocoa--sue me!)
As I'm sitting in my marked patrol car, in full uniform, this guy pulls up on the same bike I have- a blue, 2007 R6. He pulls up to 4 other guys on street bikes, and there's a small group of girls nearby flirting.
The guy takes off his helmet, he's about 22, white kid, with spikey hair. He was also wearing a polo shirt with the collar turned up--God I wish that shit was illegal--but anyway.
He's not looking my way, but I'm looking over his bike--because it's got some shit I don't have, and I'm wanting to ask him how he likes some of it (slip on, double bubble screen, levers, and some other stuff). Before I get the chance to talk to him he see's i'm looking and says to me, "Quit jocking my shit".
It takes me a minute to realize he's talking to me..because i'm waiting for him to smile or something, but he never does.
I'm still not 100% sure I heard him right, so I ask him to repeat himself. He says loudly, "Quit jocking my shit bitch." I heard that loud and clear.
So I get out of the car--and I'm still not really mad about it..because I'm sure he's joking--he has to be joking right?
So I try a different approach, I tell him I've got the same bike--and I just got the rear seat cowl, and I like the way it looks on my bike.
He tells me, "well, I'd get it, but your lady needs a place to sit".
Holy shit--the kids got jokes. Little does this guy know my wifes pregnant, and there's no way in hell her ass is fitting on that tiny rear seat, but that's not really the point now is it.
So I start to look at the bike a bit closer, oh snap--no mirrors....damn--no rear turn signals....uh oh---no license plate light...
So I point out some of these things and he looks me dead in the face and says, "nijja, i'm on private property,and I'm parked, not riding, you ain't seen shit". Nijja?!?!?! I'm a 33 year old white guy getting talked down to by a 22 year old white guy..Nijja?!?! And now his friends are smirking like this kid is a hero--and there's a crowd listening--where the hell is my partner with my cocoa?
Well, as much as it hurt to say, the kid was about 1/2 way right. But being 1/2 way ****ed works for me so I got to ****ing.
In California you must surrender your license for identification on demand to any peace officer--hey wait, that's me. I ask him for his license and wouldn't you know, he left it at home.
Strike 1- DL not in possession.
Ok, how about your insurance? Nope, must be next to his license he forgot.
Strike 2- No proof of insurance.
I ask him if he's even got a valid license, and his next words sounded soooo good. He said, "Um..it SHOULD be." Should be???! DMV computer says.....
Strike 3- License suspended for DUI (and this guy is actually only 19)
So I get on the radio, and ask them to start me a 30 day impound tow.
As he starts to pace back and forth, my computer gives me this awesome Star Wars sound when someone is on parole or probation and wouldn't you know, it sounds like I got Chubacca in my car. All kinds of sounds..but that's what you get with a DUI conviction--probation.
So I bring my new friend over to my car, and I start going through his pockets..and wouldn't you know, I happened to find that missing drivers license after all.
Strike 4-Providing false information to an officer.
My pal was wearing a back pack, and inside--hey...Smirnoff Ice..I love these things..especially the grape ones..
Strike 5--Minor in possession of alcohol.
Now i'm kinda on the bubble...all the things I've got on this guy are misdemeanors, (and I'm not even citing him for the plate light, mirrors or signals) and the only thing I can really take the guy to jail on is the driving on a suspended license--but with my department, it's my call--and now the kids about to cry, so i'm ready to call it a day.
I tell him to toss me the keys to the bike, and on the key chain is a small container of pepper spray.
Strike 6- Convicted felon (for the DUI) in possession of a chemical agent.
Please take a seat in the back of the car.
I'm not gonna lie--seeing that bike on the back of a flat-bed..and the owner now all "yes sir, I'm sorry sir, my bad sir," in the back of my car, and I finally got my cocoa---it kinda made my night.
So Mr. Edwards*, if your a member of this forum, only 29 days to go--and maybe we can go for a ride?
And like the Ghetto Boys once said, "Goddamn if feels good to be a gangster". "
Kid absolutely got what he deserved. What kind of idiot talks crap to a cop, especially when he had the chance to make friends with him!
Oh also, could someone please give me a definition of "jocking"? :lol:
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Past: 2016 GMC Canyon All Terrain Crew Cab / 2010 Jaguar XFR / 2012 Acura RDX AWD Tech / 2008 Cadillac CTS / 2007 Acura TL-S / 1966 5.0 HO Mustang Coupe
2001 Lexus IS300 / 2004 2.8L big turbo WRX STI / 2004 Subaru WRX / A couple of old trucks
