03.10.08

Revenue gathering.


That’s all it is, at least in this instance.

I saw the cop with speed camera on the other side of the motor way, he was poised on the easy down ward slope of the hill where it is all too easy to forget how a moving object with an accelerator can increase in speed to just enough over the speed limit to incur cost to the poor bastard theoretically in charge of the automobile.

But for those that managed to slow down in time and pass the cop what they did not know was that less than 800 meters away was a stationary Van speed camera.

Now call me suspicious but this appeared to be the police using basic psychology in order to catch people speeding.

Of course after you pass a cop with a speed camera you feel at ease in that surely they won’t have another one any time soon, your foot relaxes and you move into the drive towards the destination, thank god you missed that potential wallet emptier, then

BANG.

A flash of light and you’ve be snapped.

One can argue that you should not speed at any time and that the cost of road death for society is a reason for speed cameras though looking at the sprawling crime figures, open gang activity and increased murder rate I would have thought that there are better ways to utilize the police resource and perhaps they could get funding in another manner.

Of course this pissed me off, though I was heading to work and this is a mood state one should avoid when entering prison so I looked around at cars etc in search of distraction and perhaps entertainment.

I locked onto a van two lanes from me.

It had bugs and creatures plastered all over it, rather good sign writing actually, and the bugs all had circles with slashes through them.

Brilliant.

I weaved through a couple of large haul trucks and managed to sidle up to the van. I lowered the front passenger window and started yelling at the man in the van, he looked but returned his focus to the road, perhaps thinking that this would stop me from gesticulating and screaming for his attention, of course this did not work as I had a thought, an idea, and a plan and wanted him to be part of it.

He tried to accelerate though due to traffic he was essentially locked in for my vociferous pleadings, we were slowing down to a stop and I thought I would be able to really get into his head with the master plan but he must have felt nervous and peeled off through another lane of traffic into the Greenlane exit, he damaged a couple of cars in this maneuver though appeared not to care, this was confirmed when I saw him side drift through a red light.

I was sincerely mystified as he was in the business of Pest Management and I was on my way to prison and about to make him an offer I thought he could not refuse.



Guess it’s like what Clint Eastwood said in Magnum Force.


His Captain had balled him out for using excessive violence on the job, he yelled that he had not had to use his weapon in over 20 years of duty, Clint retorted –





“A man needs to know his limits.”









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