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My story happened a few years ago. First I need to tell you that I lost my right leg below the knee 3 years before I was pulled over. I have no trouble with it as a matter of fact most people are shocked to find I have a prosthetic.
I was chosen to be best man for a friends wedding and as was my duty I was going to throw a bachlor party. I expected to drink a bit so I asked my brother to be my designated driver. My brother picked me up and away we went. I was at the party a little while when I saw my brother drinking. I stopped drinking that moment and waited several hours before I drove him home in his own car. Ohh was mom going to hear about this =) I dropped him off in Hilliard and took his car to my house making the mistake of driving through New Rome at 4am.
I was pulled over for no reason I knew. I was asked for lisence, registration and proof of insurance. I offered them up. I had them handy. I knew where I was. The officer asked if I had been drinking. I said yes I had had a couple beers around 7pm but I felt by 4am I was more than safe to drive. He asked me to step out of the car.
He asked me how long I thought I could stand on one leg. I replied, "Three years now, sir". He just looked at me. I pulled up my pant leg and showed him my prosthetic. I explained I had lost it three years before. He asked if I could walk heel-toe ten steps.
"Not on my best day, sir."
"What's the matter", he said, "you drunk?"
"No, sir. I lost my leg a few years back. We just discussed this, sir."
"Well try it"
"I'll need to put my leg down for this."
I had been standing on one leg this whole time. One of the advantages of having a prosthetic is good balance on the other leg.
I tried and found I could in fact walk heel-toe. I was so pleased I went 12 steps. It seems this was the slip he was waiting for. He went to his car and came back with a small device. It was about the size of a calculator. He handed it to me and explained it was a portable breath tester. He said it could not be used in court but if I didn't blow in it I would be taken 'downtown'. I blew into it and handed it back. He looked at it and I asked, "What's it say, sir?"
"Says here you are dead."
"I feel pretty good for dead, sir"
"Get in the car"
"I'm not drunk, sir"
He escorted me to his car and I got in the back. He drove me 'downtown'. All two hundred feet away from where he stopped me. We went inside and he directed me to a large device sitting on a table. He told me this was the official breath test that could be used in court. I blew into it and he looked at the slip of paper it printed out.
"What's it say, sir?"
"Says here you are stone sober."
"We discussed that too, sir."
"I can't make you but could you blow into this handheld unit again? I just got this today."
I took the handheld unit from him and blew into it as he asked and handed it back to him.
I asked, "Whats it say, sir?"
"Says here you are worse than when I stopped you."
"I'd have that thing checked, sir. How do I get back to my car?"
He drove me back to my brother's car. As I got out of his car I asked why I was stopped. He said it was a routine check. I suggested this was anything but routine. That was some years ago. To this day I won't drive through there and I slap my brother whenever he talks about getting a drink.
when I think I have heard it all. That is some story!
They would proably knock someone out of a wheel chair to make sure
they aren't faking!
I have a tale to tell, too. I just
found this site, and feel that I have to
Approximately 10 years ago on December 18th, the day after my birthday, I was on my lunch break and was going to the BMV to renew my tags and drivers license. As I approached the National City Bank on Broad St. I saw The flashing lights behind me and pulled into the bank parking lot. The NRPD Nazi approached my vehicle and actually said "I figured the month was half over and what do ya know your tags and license are expired!" I explained to him that I was on my way to get that taken care of and that I thought I had until the end of the month to renew this stuff. He didn't care for my explanation and asked to see my license and registration.
Now here is where it gets good. The Nazi returns to my vehicle and asked me who Waymon So&So is (last name withheld). I stated that was the person I had purchased the vehicle from. He said that the car was still registered in his name, I said how is that possible when you have the registration with my name on it for this vehicle in your hand. He said I don't know but you need to step out of the vehicle, which I did. He then placed me in the back of the cruiser and said that I was not under arrest at this time but that the vehicle was going to be impounded and that he needed to inventory the contents of the vehicle. I said sure go ahead, so there I am sitting in the back of this cruiser feeling "suspiciously like I was under arrest" but not so according to the Nazi.
So I am watching this clown going through my car, thoroughly I might add, when I start thinking to myself that he is looking for something to bust me for. As if on cue he returns to the vehicle and ask me about the contents of a green army duffle bag that was in the trunk. I explained that I was in the National Guard and that was my field gear I always kept it there in case my unit was mobilized (this all happened about the time Desert storm was going on). Apparently he accepted this explanation and went on with his inventory. 45 minutes later (I only had an hour for lunch) he finishes and says the car will be towed to the lot just down the road and that he would be taking me to the station to call my wife to bring the title to prove I owned the vehicle. He then drives me to the "station" anybody that has been to that S--THOLE knows why it was condemed. Anyway I call my wife she brings the title they release me I then inquire about my fine, and the criminal, I mean clerk, says that will be $376.00. Seven days before Christmas, money that would have been spent on my one year old son's Christmas presents went to line this B---HES pocket. I paid it with a credit card. I then went to the "impound lot" and paid another $75.00 to get my car back. End of story right, WRONG, two months later I get a call from the NRPD asking me why I didn't pay this fine. I said that I did with a credit card and that I had my receipt. He said thank you and hung up. Approximately two weeks later on the news I saw a story about an investigation of embezzlement on the clerk I had paid my fine to. NEW ROME TRULY SUCKS!!!!!!!
I am a retired deputy sheriff from Muskingum county and my brother lives in Hilliard. He was pulled over last night in New Rome for expired tags. I asked him what happened and he said he was going to Advance Auto with his 3 kids, stopped at the light and the next thing he knew he was getting pulled over. The wannabe cop wrote him for expired tags from 3 weeks ago. I know we are only human and have only give VERBAL warnings for much worse traffic offenses. From what I've read this town is corrupt and a disgrace too all law enforcement. They sound like they're hiring a bunch of picked on kids out of the academy and telling them to get back at the world. Good luck on getting rid of this no good town.
First, let me tell you, I am the
Director of Operations for a film company that has come into Ohio to
do some film work. I will NEVER forget
the cruelty of the New Rome police. I am just about
ready to buy-out everyone in town, raze the houses and businesses,
and then see what they can do to me.
About four months ago, i was passing through NR when a young cop pulled me over. I asked what was wrong and he simply said that my left brake light was too dim! I thought about ripping him a new one, but calmly stated that if one was too dim the other one had to be too. He said the right was fine but I would fined $300 for it! New Rome really does suck!
I have to admit I'm a bit
surprised to find all this information. I used to
The second time was to tell me
that a small crack in my windshield needed to be fixed, it wasn't
keeping me from seeing but if the crack that was about as long as
a quarter from my pocket continued to grow it would be a fine.
I looked at her as it was a woman officer and asked how in the
world she could have seen that from her car, she said you not
getting a ticket just a friendly warning. I actually wasnt
I ended up getting pulled
over twice more for things that made no sense at all.
Checking my tires, which appeared at a distance to be too
worn..LOL and second time for not wearing my seatbelt, which was
once again on, before I figured out that the
time spent getting the warnings was longer than the time it takes
to go around the town. I hope they do dissolve it.
It has been several years since I have been
I used to live in the Columbus Area, and for a while had an Apt on Fischer
Road right near New Rome. This is about 13 yrs ago I think.
Anyways, I got pulled over for having an expired sticker on my car, but in
reality I had just put my Motorcycle sticker on my car and vice versa -- so
it was the wrong color. I had the proper registration paperwork but the cop
Anyways, the cop wrote me a ticket and said "Now, you're not allowed to
drive this vehicle unless you get the proper registration sticker on it. But
if I don't see you, no harm done. I'm gonna go have a cup of coffee, for
about the next 15 minutes or so." Then he left.
So, I sat for a while in the parking lot. My car was parked in a lot off
Broad St. with a bunch of semi trailers on it, so I pulled in between two
and parked. I figured I'd see if my roomate was home and he could come get
me. So I walked a block or two to a gas station across the street and tried
to phone him. He wasn't home. So I walk back to my car, this time on the
other side of the street.
I see this unmarked Chevy hiding in an alley way, and sure enough Officer
BillyBob (can't remember his name, but BillyBob conjures up the right image)
was there staking out my car. He had switched to a different car, but was
still in uniform. So I go up and knock on the window.
"Whatcha doin?" I ask, startling him.
"Police business, please move along." He said.
"You think I'm that dumb, eh? Ever heard of entrapment?" And I walk back to
So I decide to play a trick. I start my car, wave in the direction of the
cop, and take off through the back of the parking lot with all the tractor
trailers. I take off really quick, like I'm making a run for it out the back
of the parking lot.
Instead, however, I pull my little RX7 in between two huge dumpsters and
watch, knowing they can't see my car from the streets.
Sure enough, cops are all over. Flying up and down the street looking for
this dangerous fugitive in the black Rx7. This goes on for about 15 minutes.
Then I wait another 30 minutes till it gets dark and bail when I see the
cops heading down the other direction after other poor entrapped driver.
Then I paid my ticket via mail and provided the documentation necessary to
prove my car was indeed registered when I was pulled over. Case closed,
Ok, story not over... Fast Forward 3 years.
I'm riding my motorcycle along in Dublin OH (NW suburb) and a cop is
following me. A mile or two later another cop pulls out in front of me. Then
the lights go off.
Officer says "I pulled you over because you have a bench warrant."
"How'd you know that, is there an APB out on me?" I said.
"9 out of 10 motorcycle riders don't have a motorcycle license, so that
gives us probable cause to run your plates and check the owner's drivers
license" he said.
"With all due respect, that's not exactly legal is it?" I asked politely. He
claimed it was, I told him that was illegal search and seizure and that I
was not doing anything illegal, therefore he had no right to "run" my
Well, I ended up in cuffs and got transferred to the New Rome police
department (which at the time was still an old house). It was a Sunday and
the mayor was nowhere to be found, so the cop didn't know what to do with
me. So he said I could bail out for $300 until we got it straightened out,
since they couldn't check the paperwork until Monday. I said I didn't have
$300, only a few bucks. He asked me if I had an ATM card, I said yes, but my
daily withdrawal limit was only $150. He said he'd take $150 and would drive
me to an ATM so I could bond out. So he did. He told me to come down to see
the mayor to get my money back, less court costs.
Story not over. The Dublin police thought that I was impolite and filed a
ticket via mail against me for disorderly. So I go downtown on my court date
to straighten that out. Turns out the computers are down and they can't see
what the ticket is for, it could be for jaywalking, it could be for a
felony. They won't let me leave. So I get to spend the night in the joint.
Then, the next morning, in my lovely county blues, I go down to meet the
judge -- who happens to be a member of my church.
Sure enough officer "probable-cause" was there and explained the ticket but
did not explain why he pulled me over. So I told the judge. He called the
officer up to his bench and asked if this was true. "Yes, your honor" said
So, the Judge says "Officer so-and-so, if you EVER violate someone's rights
to this extent in my courtroom again, you will give me your gun and your
badge and leave this room a civilian. Is that clear?" -- the entire crowd of
pending traffic cases erupts in a cheer.
I thought about suing but I was just glad its over.
True story. I'm glad I'm out of Ohio!
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