After working late, late the night before, I was driving into work around 10am Thursday. I was traveling west on 96th just west of Meridian and, immediately after a round-about, came up on a IMPD officer with someone pulled over.
I slowed down and pulled a little over the the left.
Not enough. I knew it and this gentleman knew it as he threw his hands up into the air. <---kinda like that.
I slowed further and, as expected, he hopped in his car then pulled me over. I slowed, turned on the signal THEN PULLED ONTO A SIDE ROAD RATHER THAN BEING STUCK IN THE MOTOR LANE LIKE I HAD FOUND THEM.
He walked up and politely asked me if I knew why he had stopped me.
"Yep. Sorry about that... I tried to slow down and move over but I'm guessing you believe I should have pulled over further and slowed down even more."
My insurance and registration are kept in a kinda log book in the center console... a left over from my flying days. It includes my insurance, registration, business cards for both jobs, and copies of both my UT Non-res and Indiana Lifetime LTCH. As I handed over my insurance and registration (along with license from my wallet,) seeing my carry docs, he asked if I had a gun with me.
"Yes, in the bag next to me."
He and I both knew I had messed up. I have to work on satellite trucks or microwave trucks on the side of interstates. Steering well clear of pedestrians is extremely important. I've nearly been hit myself.
Long story, short: He walked back to his car and asked me not to get my gun out of the bag while he was gone. He came back, we talked about gun models, 5.11 vs Blackhawk gear and the NFL job/card in my docs.
Then he gave me warning. I won't discuss everything we talked about - he was an excellent young man and I wouldn't want to incriminate him regarding details of a candid conversation about a variety of topics.
He cut me a break. He wasn't a jerk about me being armed. He was a heck of a nice guy.
Either way, if you ever make it to INGO I'll tell you the same thing I told you then.
"THANKS AND MERRY CHRISTMAS!"
I slowed down and pulled a little over the the left.
Not enough. I knew it and this gentleman knew it as he threw his hands up into the air. <---kinda like that.
I slowed further and, as expected, he hopped in his car then pulled me over. I slowed, turned on the signal THEN PULLED ONTO A SIDE ROAD RATHER THAN BEING STUCK IN THE MOTOR LANE LIKE I HAD FOUND THEM.
He walked up and politely asked me if I knew why he had stopped me.
"Yep. Sorry about that... I tried to slow down and move over but I'm guessing you believe I should have pulled over further and slowed down even more."
My insurance and registration are kept in a kinda log book in the center console... a left over from my flying days. It includes my insurance, registration, business cards for both jobs, and copies of both my UT Non-res and Indiana Lifetime LTCH. As I handed over my insurance and registration (along with license from my wallet,) seeing my carry docs, he asked if I had a gun with me.
"Yes, in the bag next to me."
He and I both knew I had messed up. I have to work on satellite trucks or microwave trucks on the side of interstates. Steering well clear of pedestrians is extremely important. I've nearly been hit myself.
Long story, short: He walked back to his car and asked me not to get my gun out of the bag while he was gone. He came back, we talked about gun models, 5.11 vs Blackhawk gear and the NFL job/card in my docs.
Then he gave me warning. I won't discuss everything we talked about - he was an excellent young man and I wouldn't want to incriminate him regarding details of a candid conversation about a variety of topics.
He cut me a break. He wasn't a jerk about me being armed. He was a heck of a nice guy.
Either way, if you ever make it to INGO I'll tell you the same thing I told you then.
"THANKS AND MERRY CHRISTMAS!"