Oconee County Sheriff patchHave you heard about this unfortunate deputy? I’ve heard about shooting one’s self in the foot, but generally that is a an idiom.

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The weather was warm here in northeastern Georgia this weekend, and I noticed the thunder of Harley (or what hubby terms “Harleyesque”) bikes as they rolled by our home. No doubt lots of motorcyclists were enjoying the weather.

Some of them, however, were not just cruising around, but some were in Norcross, Georgia, shopping for farkles and looking new bikes and cool customs. We were among them, but we drove the car….

Upon arriving at the North Atlanta Trade Center, site of the Great American Motorcycle Show, we saw and heard lots of bikes. Yes, there were plenty of Harleys, but a Yamaha sport touring bike rolled up in the parking spot next to ours. We saw just about everything, including a couple with three wheels (2 in front in the case of a Can Am Spyder) and 2 in the back with a trike conversion.

Inside the exhibit hall, we each got a hi-viz yellow backpack advertising lawbike.com, and soon we were adding business cards, freebies, and flyers from all sorts of vendors. We saw gadgets for attaching a GoPro or GPS to the bike, for holding the bike in place in a trailer, and got free calendars featuring motorcycles and beer. There were some good deals for shoppers, too, from $49 leather chaps to $100 for some kevlar and denim jeans made in the USA. There were just a few helmets (too bad, as I am in the market for one of those.) I did see lots of leather, though, along with some cool vintage bikes, several custom bikes, and new bikes from Victory, Triumph, Vespa, Piaggio, Suzuki, Kawasaki, and (of course) Harley.

Oddly, there were other vendors who had nothing to do with bikes, like the window guy. Yes, windows might make my home more energy efficient, but that’s not why one goes to a motorcycle show. Oh, well, it was a great weekend for riding bikes, outfitting bikes and or riders, and traveling. And, the only cops we saw were directing traffic or providing security. A nice weekend indeed.

The North Atlanta Trade Center

 

Call911Once, while in class, I posed the question: Is there any situation that is made better by calling for a police officer? I really don’t mean this to be a negative entry, but there is no lack of confusion regarding when is it appropriate to call for assistance from police.

The first response in my class was typical, I suppose. The respondent suggested that it would be appropriate to call if someone were breaking into her home. I didn’t have to think long on that one; my house has numerous doors, and if someone were breaking in one, the best course of action would be to flee out another. I live out in the country, and even if officers responded in a timely and appropriate manner, I could be long dead if I were to wait for a deputy sheriff.

Other answers to my question included help with difficult domestic situations. Really? Thankfully my own domestic situation is quite stable, but even if it were not, I would not rely upon someone who has law enforcement training as a counselor. Gosh, it takes years to get a doctorate, which most counselors have. The basic law enforcement school takes roughly six weeks. I would not seek assistance from such a person.

What about the sad and perhaps frightening scenario when a child or other loved one is “acting crazy?” Ironically, each year some mentally disturbed people are killed by police officers who feel threatened by their behavior, so I would be quite reluctant to ask for law enforcement intervention in such situations. Unless one needs a permanent solution, calling 911 when mental illness is involved is a bad plan.

Okay, I will answer my own question. When is it a good idea to call a cop? The only time I have ever called a cop was when someone rear ended my car, and I needed an accident report to assist with filing an insurance claim. The officer didn’t much want to do the report, because he tole me that in Georgia, no report is required unless there is $500 in damages. I told him I do not repair cars for a living and could not determine whether the damage would be more or less than that. So, he took the information from both drivers and filed the report. And that is when one should call a cop.

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This one is alive!

There has been some interest in an old post, regarding the conduct of a young officer, Tyshawn Dunbar, who killed a dog which refused to obey his order to stop. That the dog was in its owners yard, behind what is commonly known as an “invisible fence” is not often part of the story that readers find when doing research.

The not so brave Mr. Dunbar is doing well, apparently. A quick web search indicates that he is in IT now, and presumably he will not be able to shoot anything. Here is the internet archive where he was appointed to the Atlanta Citizen’s Review Board, which kinda makes me wonder just how many friends he has in high places.

While it seems that Mr. Dunbar is doing quite well, despite possible negative publicity for his dog-killing, there is a silver lining in this cloud: If he makes enough in another industry, perhaps he will never wear a uniform, tote a gun, or drive a police cruiser. Let’s hope so.

This video is really rather funny, but it does illustrate the problems with a police officers. The incident involves a Barrow County, Georgia deputy.

Today, I drove into Atlanta via I-85, where the former HOV lanes are now known as “hot lanes” or by the state moniker, “Peach Pass” lanes. The idea behind converting these lanes was to give those who are willing to pay even more (and believe me, with road taxes on gasoline at 18 cents per gallon, driving on any road is not free) the privilege of driving on the left. Some call these “Lexus Lanes” because average drivers probably won’t pony up the extra money.

On the way into Atlanta, I did not see a single vehicle in the left lane, whatever one chooses to call it. The traffic was perhaps a bit heavier than usual, due to the empty far left lane, but not slowing appreciably, so maybe no one thought it worth the posted prices.

However, on the return trip, with some very heavy traffic, there were almost no vehicles in the left lane, but I did notice three. There was a white pickup, sporting a State of Georgia Seal on the door, which denotes a state owned vehicle. State owned vehicles are, I believe, exempt from the fee. And, as the lane ended, in northern Gwinnett County, I saw the other two lefties, a van with (you guessed it) a state seal, and a red bus with a Gwinnett County Transit logo on the back.

Thus, one can postulate that the expensive conversion from HOV to Peach Pass will be paid for by taxpayers, because I saw no one using the southbound lane, and no one other than government vehicles using the northbound lane.

Roswell police are defending the actions of one of their finest— who detained a man for a traffic ticket, who was driving his wife to the hospital. Well, duh! Of course police officials are defending his actions. No, the wife wasn’t having a baby, but she was having chest pains. She claimed to have breast cancer (because she does) and the officer demanded proof.

My mother died of breast cancer, but during her five-year fight with the disease, she never carried any documentation of her condition. My husband has battled lymphoma, but he doesn’t have a “lymphoma card,” either.

Should the husband have been speeding? Maybe not. But nowadays, a ride in a ambulance can cost hundreds or thousands, and it is not uncommon for ambulance crews to either get lost or not arrive at all. So, the husband made a choice that many people make, to drive his wife to the hospital.

The wife remains in the hospital, with blood clots in both lungs, and the officer, who “followed procedure” is still on his power trip, writing tickets in Roswell. Want to bet that the husband’s complaint goes nowhere?

Goodbye freedom!