In January, I was stopped because of an expired tag. The officer, R. Battle, was courteous and professional. I handed him my license and CCL (which he looked at, and did not comment on), and fumbled around looking for my insurance info. Officer Battle, I noted, approached the vehicle in a tactically correct way, but not one that would offend the average joe. A commendable job, in all respects.
About 0018 Sunday morning 3-7-99, I was on my way to the club I work in on weekends, when I realized I had forgotten some Photon Microlights (http://littleriver.datasys.net/) I meant to bring in. I pulled into a business to turn around. I noticed a car behind me about 0019, and realized it was a patrol unit. The lights came on and stop occurred 0020. I immediately rolled down my window, and pulled my stop information out. I had my hands visible when the officer approached, and I asked why I had been stopped. He asked what I had been doing at the business he saw me in? I replied that I was turning around, and handed him a sheet containing copies of my DL, CCL, insurance card, and my autoclub card. He glanced at it, and asked what the one at the bottom was? I told him CCL, and he asked if it was on my person.
When informed it was, he had me release my seat belt with my left hand, and slowly step out of the vehicle. I was directed to place my hands on my van roof. The officer slid my pack around to the back, and removed my P11. He then patted me down.
I was directed to step to the front of my vehicle, and asked if I had any additional weapons. I advised of my impact baton between the seats. (I was in my security uniform, and the officer had been told my destination.) I forgot my 17" EDMF knife in the back, but the officer evidently did not notice it as he leaned into my driver's compartment and removed my ASP.
He had me get back into my vehicle, and was gone awhile as he presumably ran my license for warrants, my CCL, and my Kel-tec SN. When he returned, he handed my magazine back to me, and then went around to the passenger side, where he deposited my P11, ASP, and ammo in seperate places.
He then thanked me for my cooperation, and advised that he was "just doing his job". I noticed that another officer had arrived to back him up at this time.
I would not fault anyone for wishing to be safe, but feel there was considerable difference between stop #1 and stop #2. At the latter time, I was reminded of what it feels like to be treated like a criminal when one has done nothing wrong, and wondered if the car that passed as I was being patted down belonged to one of my neighbors. (.6 miles from my house.) I spoke calmly, moved slowly, was polite, and generally behaved as the ideal stop. I resent being treated in this manner, but am interested in the comments of the forum members.
About 0018 Sunday morning 3-7-99, I was on my way to the club I work in on weekends, when I realized I had forgotten some Photon Microlights (http://littleriver.datasys.net/) I meant to bring in. I pulled into a business to turn around. I noticed a car behind me about 0019, and realized it was a patrol unit. The lights came on and stop occurred 0020. I immediately rolled down my window, and pulled my stop information out. I had my hands visible when the officer approached, and I asked why I had been stopped. He asked what I had been doing at the business he saw me in? I replied that I was turning around, and handed him a sheet containing copies of my DL, CCL, insurance card, and my autoclub card. He glanced at it, and asked what the one at the bottom was? I told him CCL, and he asked if it was on my person.
When informed it was, he had me release my seat belt with my left hand, and slowly step out of the vehicle. I was directed to place my hands on my van roof. The officer slid my pack around to the back, and removed my P11. He then patted me down.
I was directed to step to the front of my vehicle, and asked if I had any additional weapons. I advised of my impact baton between the seats. (I was in my security uniform, and the officer had been told my destination.) I forgot my 17" EDMF knife in the back, but the officer evidently did not notice it as he leaned into my driver's compartment and removed my ASP.
He had me get back into my vehicle, and was gone awhile as he presumably ran my license for warrants, my CCL, and my Kel-tec SN. When he returned, he handed my magazine back to me, and then went around to the passenger side, where he deposited my P11, ASP, and ammo in seperate places.
He then thanked me for my cooperation, and advised that he was "just doing his job". I noticed that another officer had arrived to back him up at this time.
I would not fault anyone for wishing to be safe, but feel there was considerable difference between stop #1 and stop #2. At the latter time, I was reminded of what it feels like to be treated like a criminal when one has done nothing wrong, and wondered if the car that passed as I was being patted down belonged to one of my neighbors. (.6 miles from my house.) I spoke calmly, moved slowly, was polite, and generally behaved as the ideal stop. I resent being treated in this manner, but am interested in the comments of the forum members.