Raritan 911: Robocop

Gotta be a trooper...no way a local cop would be this mentally-challenged.

First, the standardized test are NOT impossible to do sober. They are very easy, actually. If I lock a drunk up and we go to trial, the first thing the defense attorney will make me do is perform the tests in court in front of the judge. So I'm not making the defendant do anything I can't do. The key here is standardized tests: there are specific tests that an officer is supposed to be trained to give (they are not covered in the basic police academy for local officers; unsure about NJSP). The tests are scientifically valid when the instructions are given correctly. In fact, if an officer gives the three standardized tests, and the subject objectively fails them (they are scored and are pass/fail), there is a 77% probability that the driver is over the legal limit. This is slightly simplified because being obese, having other health issues, ingesting drugs, or having a head injury could affect these results.

Listen man, cops are lazy. No cop wants to do 90 minutes of paperwork for a DWI when the driver won't be prosecuted like in your buddy's case. This trooper either wasn't trained well, your buddy was nervous as shit, only has one leg, I dunno, something. I'd love to see the car camera footage because I've never been in this situation in 19 years. I'm mean years ago, I've brought in 0.06% or something but never a 0.01%. It's not rocket science.

His car has to be towed from the roadway. State law and policy require it. From there, it gets a little fuzzy. Under state law, a driver's vehicle must be impounded for 12 hours following the issuance of a DWI summons. They didn't issue him a DWI charge, so I'm not sure why they wouldn't release his car. Some cops think you must impound a car for 12 hours after a DWI arrest. That's not how the law is written. In my opinion, your buddy was arrested for suspicion of DWI but upon further investigation (breath testing at the station), he was released from custody and not charged. So, no 12-hour impound.

If this were me (I have never arrested a 0.01% unless drugs were also involved), he's either getting charged with DWI because he's underage, under the influence of drugs, or he's going to the hospital because I think there is something else going on and he might need medical attention. Barring all that, I'm waking up the tow operator, driving the driver to the storage yard, giving him a heartfelt apology, and sending him on his way in his car.

NJSP policy may prohibit that. I have no idea. But there should have been a senior trooper or desk sergeant that was willing to actually think outside the box. But troopers are pretty rigid and just follow policy blindly.

If a trooper is given a spoon and a shovel and told by a supervisor to dig a big hole with the spoon, he'll set the shovel down and begin digging. See what I'm getting at?

I would suggest your buddy contact the station commander (should be a SFC or a Lieutenant, most likely) and see if they'll eat the storage fees in lieu of filing a formal complaint. Sounds like a young, inexperienced trooper made a mistake. It happens. But then it was compounded by the decision not to release the car.

NJSP does not have portable breath testers (PBTs). We do. The Attorney General just put out a policy this summer stating that they can no longer be used. It's somewhat complex, but they are affected by temperatures (slightly). They are also not accepted by the courts as scientifically valid. The standardized tests (walk-and-turn, one-leg stand, and horizontal gaze nystagmus) are recognized by the courts as scientifically valid. I actually agree with the policy change as the officers who have only worked with PBTs are not proficient with the standardized tests. A defense attorney would have a field day with them at trial.
 
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Very interesting to hear a cop's POV on this, thanks for the input dude! I will definitely suggest he contact the commander, seems like the only reasonable option because anything further will cost more $$ than the impound fees at stake. I haven't talked to him yet so I don't know the full details (why he was pulled over, the demeanor of the cop, etc.) but I'll find out.
 
Norm wants updates. So here we go!

12+ weeks post fusion surgery
4+ weeks post lami/tissue removal surgery

I've been silent here because I really haven't had anything to report. I walk, I lounge, I read, I watch TV, I lunch with friends, I hang with Dee. I test drive cars, I yell at people who work for Ford. I wait on tests, wait on doctor's appointments, ad nauseam.

That changed a bit this week and I was going to post up something today or tomorrow anyways. But back to the beginning.

Let's see. My dad has Alzheimer's. He was diagnosed a few years ago, but in reality he's probably been affected for more like 4 years. Last year, I suggested he stop driving. It did not go well so I left it alone for some time. Recently he went to my mother and say he thinks he should not drive. He must have scared himself or gotten lost. Not really sure.

So, I mentioned to him that it was a good time to sell it as I could help since I have no gainful employment currently. I listed it on CL and had it sold in about ten days for $2,000 more than the Lexus dealer offered. He was happy and we don't have to worry about him ending up as a Silver Alert like I suspect @pooriggy will eventually.

My 17 Mustang order came in. It was apparently made by Helen Keller and company. @gtluke makes fun of me for my car OCD, which I know I have, but it was ridiculously atrocious. I'm pretty sure most "car guys" would have refused delivery like I did. Pics are in the GT350 thread but I'll drop them here because people like pics.

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So I took a drive and looked at some of the other 17 Mustangs that were arriving.

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So, fuck Ford. I'll take my money elsewhere. I'm still #1 on the M2 wait list and I shall do burnouts in Luke's driveway and maybe run over a few chickens.

So on the medical end. I'm definitely, slowly, making progress. It is frustrating. I still have pain into my left hamstring that is most prevalent when I have been sitting and move to a standing position. It's enough pain that I sometimes lose my footing or my leg goes weak. I certainly cannot exit a car quickly, and that's without a vest, gun, belt, and all the crap at work. So no work anytime soon. My surgeon ordered a follow up CT scan to make sure there is nothing else going on in there. Mostly for peace of mind. He sees nothing remarkable, with only maybe a little herniation at L3-4, which he said is so small it wouldn't concern him without my symptoms. He ordered some PT to address that issue. I think it's a waste but I'm willing to try. I'll start at the end of the week.

I sought a second opinion since I have access to a few surgeons that Dee works with. The second dude sees a possible "shadow" in the L4-5 area that could be a psuedomeningecele. It's basically a blister full of spinal fluid. It's rather rare but if it's CSF, it could be contributing to my symptoms. But I don't have a headache, which is the telltale sign of the blister. He ordered an MRI so he can make a definitive call. My doc was a little annoyed by my seeking a second opinion but tough shit. #1 agreed that the MRI would be good to rule out the blister. IF there is a blister, it will require surgery for removal.

The second dude said even without a blister, it still could take 3-6 months for the nerve sleeve to heal completely. Holy shit. That's a long time. On a more positive note, there is already some fusion occurring between the vertebrae and cages. That's a good sign.

Dee is working on the MRI approval, which has already been denied by insurance. So it may take some time to get approval. Until then, it's rest, walk, some PT, and some reading.

"The Execution of Private Slovik" was an excellent book. I reread Slaughterhouse Five and it was referenced in it. Incredible story that I had never heard. I'm reading Brave New World (again). I have a couple other Vonnegut books waiting for me. I'm finding that reading all the books I should have read in HS has been enjoyable. I certainly have an appreciation for them now.

I'm heading to Arizona for our PBA convention in September, so that's something to look forward to as well. Dee is able to tag along for part of the trip as the room is paid for and she can fly out relatively cheap. I really wish I could hike and bike, but I rented a 4Runner and I plan on wheeling the shit out of it near Sedona. Hey Enterprise, come pick me up. Your truck broke.

On the way back from the doctor's today, I crushed a truck tire tread that was standing up on 287. I moved around a tractor trailer and it was sitting in the lane. I had no where to go and no time to slow. I hit it at about 65 or 70. I kept driving hoping that it would catch fire so I could just get a check for it and be done but no luck. I headed straight to my friend's shop to pull off the belly pans and assess.

It's pretty bad. Front bumper cover, fog light housing, intercooler, condenser, radiator, radiator support, two belly pans, an inner fender, wheel, resonator, rear bumper cover. JC.

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Claim process started. I will have my buddy do all the mechanical stuff. I trust him and he's OCD like me. I'm worried about the paint work. If it's not perfect....

That's all I have now. Mentally, I mostly ok. I do have some days I'm pretty down about all this, but I try to stay positive. I'm thankful that I have enough sick time to cover this. At least for now. Such is life.
 
1... Sucks about the Focus.
B...How long until the M2 is here?
3.....Let's hope you Don't go back under the knife.
D...Who gets turkey sausage at a dinner?
5.... what color M2?
 
How long do you have for disability till they cut you loose?
My sister was on short term disability for a while and when she crossed to long term, she immediately got a call from HR saying she was gonna be let go. Luckily she was cleared to go back a few days later...but still kinda fucked up.
Assuming you working for the govt, and getting hurt at work has an impact
 
1... Sucks about the Focus.
B...How long until the M2 is here?
3.....Let's hope you Don't go back under the knife.
D...Who gets turkey sausage at a dinner?
5.... what color M2?

My M2 order is in queue, awaiting the next allocation. Supposedly allocations will be released 9/15. IF they get one, I get to order in October. IF that happens I'll have it around Christmas. They expect to get at least one allocation, but they really don't know. I'm #1 at Bridgewater and Flemington, so I should be okay. Turkey bacon has kept me under 190 pounds!

Long Beach Blue Metallic M2!

I was excited till I saw it wasn't on audible.

Want me to read it to you?

How long do you have for disability till they cut you loose?
My sister was on short term disability for a while and when she crossed to long term, she immediately got a call from HR saying she was gonna be let go. Luckily she was cleared to go back a few days later...but still kinda fucked up.
Assuming you working for the govt, and getting hurt at work has an impact

I'm not on disability. I am using accumulated sick time. I have enough time on the books to stay out of work until April. After that, I can request sick time be donated by other officers. I don't have much experience with disability unless it's workers comp, which this isn't. Our contract does say something about a year of disability leave before it would need to be officially extended by the township committee.
 
Thanks for posting. The hope that it would catch fire made me legit LOL.

I appreciate that you have been reading Vonnegut. It has been so long since I read that stuff I really should pick it up again. I've been motivated to read again lately. Maybe I'll pick up one of his. IMO Sirens of Titan is one of the most underrated books he wrote.
 
OCD... I remember that time I sat on your rear bummer at Town Hall 'cross... I though you were going to pull your pistol on me.
 
Maybe you found a part time job in your day off? Maybe @seanrunnette can give you some work. ;)
Write a book. Your blahg has been consistently awesome. Put it all together. If you can't get it published the reg'lar way, I can help with the ebook and audio. No way it doesn't sell. Just sayin'.
 
Bummer that you cant work like at all...I mean cant they let you fly around a drone gunship and shoot people that way? Can you drive the tank?

I have had 5 MRIS...everyone got rejected at least once...I think thats just S.O.P....if we annoy this person enough, maybe they will just give up.

Sucks about your focus, but really, the bumper and the wheel will be the only pieces you see...rest of that stuff, any half drunk body guy should be able to fix with no problems. I wouldnt worry too much about it.

Man, you react to this mustang getting delivered with a few flaws by running out and buying an m2?.....Thats like having a girl screw you over and to get back at her you have a one night stand with a dude.
 
first time seeing those mustang photos, amazing how shitty that is

should get you jaun of these for the fooocus
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Thanks for posting. The hope that it would catch fire made me legit LOL.

I appreciate that you have been reading Vonnegut. It has been so long since I read that stuff I really should pick it up again. I've been motivated to read again lately. Maybe I'll pick up one of his. IMO Sirens of Titan is one of the most underrated books he wrote.

I literally was doing 85-90mph hoping to get enough friction. No luck. I did grind the plastic belly pans into dust however. The engine compartment is covered with it.

I'll add Sirens of Titan to my list. Breakfast of Champions was odd. Not great but it was entertaining. And different. I have Cat's Cradle and Galopagos in the queue, too.

OCD... I remember that time I sat on your rear bummer at Town Hall 'cross... I though you were going to pull your pistol on me.

I considered selling the car after you did that. It was a very traumatic experience. I still have nightmares about it.

Was wondering how you are and think about you each time I ride past the cop shop.

Thanks Robin! I hope the vole problem is under control this year.

Write a book. Your blahg has been consistently awesome. Put it all together. If you can't get it published the reg'lar way, I can help with the ebook and audio. No way it doesn't sell. Just sayin'.

Ha, thanks Big Sean. It's something for me to consider.

Bummer that you cant work like at all...I mean cant they let you fly around a drone gunship and shoot people that way? Can you drive the tank?

I have had 5 MRIS...everyone got rejected at least once...I think thats just S.O.P....if we annoy this person enough, maybe they will just give up.

Sucks about your focus, but really, the bumper and the wheel will be the only pieces you see...rest of that stuff, any half drunk body guy should be able to fix with no problems. I wouldnt worry too much about it.

Man, you react to this mustang getting delivered with a few flaws by running out and buying an m2?.....Thats like having a girl screw you over and to get back at her you have a one night stand with a dude.

I know the mechanical stuff is no big deal. I was actually surprised that the coolant hoses and the charge pipes were all tight and intact. I hit a TON. Dead square. I expected to need a tow truck but she kept on rolling along.

It's my OCD with paint that I have a problem with. I'm going to use a smaller shop that does alot of classic car restorations and hot rod stuff. He just did my buddy's Escalade after a deer strike and it looks very good. Actually too good: the factory paint has more orange peel.
 
@pooriggy's picture of his son and new roommate inspired me to tell a story. It's not a cop story, but it's still entertaining.

My freshman roommate was George. George was from the Main Line outside Philly. Only child, dad was a physician and mom was...I forget. She was on TV as a host or something younger in life. So, well-to-do like most incoming Bucknellians.

George was pre-med and serious about his studies. I was...well cruising through college because I knew I wasn't ready to do anything else yet.

We were in the newest dorm. It was the typical institutional building. Cinderblock walls and cement floors under indoor/outdoor carpet. I bought a mini-frig and George kept some beer in there.

One day, George is sick. Really sick. He's walking around with like three sweatshirts on and holding four blankets over his shoulder trying to "break the fever". Pre-med people are so dramatic. I'm laying on my bed reading or something. George comes into the room with a gallon of OJ and walks over to the mini-frig. He opens it and is pissed off it's filled with beer. He begins to make room for the OJ by tossing the beer bottles in the trash can. Problem is, the trash can is at the foot of my bed about two feet from my head. After he banks one off the cinderblock wall, it breaks and beer goes everywhere. I warn him, "George knock it off". He banks another off the wall. "George stop it." He banks a third. I've had enough.

I get up, walk over, and knock him on his ass. He gets up, makes his way to the phone in the room and dials 9 and 1. I realize what he's doing and I grab the handset from him and start to beat him with it. He dials the second 1. I continue to beat him like he's Don Rickles in Casino.

After we destroy the phone, things settle down. We both realize that security is on the way (there were no police on campus at the time) and we have beer in the room. We're both 18. Immediately, the enemies become friends and we work together to throw the remaining beers out of the window. I toss the trash can in the closet. I use one of George's four blankets to wipe up the beer and sweep the broken glass under the bed. There is nothing we can do about George's face print on the phone receiver. We are fucked and we know it. But we both scored high on our SATs and we hope to bullshit the security officers. Additionally, George and I are both EMTs with the local volunteer fire department and maybe security will recognize us from EMS calls on campus and cut us a break. Fingers crossed.

After another minute or two, we hear two security officers running down our hall. Shit. We've never seen or heard security run. Ever. It must have sounded like a murder in progress over the phone. It also could have been because I was shouting, "I'm going to fucking kill you!".

The two officers burst into the room and we are standing there. They recognize us but it's clear we will get no special treatment. No one is hurt as George ducked and weaved and beating someone with a China-made plastic handset with a six-inch coiled cord is harder than it seems. The officers are visibly winded and panting and asking what happened.

George stated that he called but he overreacted. It was a verbal argument, he's sick, he's hallucinating, blah blah. I say we had a disagreement, George is a big ***** and called 9-1-1 like a girl.

After they stop panting, they look around the room. They smell the beer. Apparently, we aren't the first students to toss it out the window since that was the first place they looked. Caught!

So George and I assure them that we won't kill each other, they take our information and leave. We are told it will be referred to the Dean of Students. Shit.

So the next week, we both have to meet with the Dean. He was awesome. Listens to us, tells us to be more respectful to each other. I have to pay to replace the phone I attempted to place in George's frontal lobe. We are placed on "alcohol probation". Basically if we are caught with alcohol in our room for the rest of the year, we'll be sanctioned. I still don't know what that means.

The phone was like $20. Best $20 I ever spent. We kept our beer in our neighbor's room. Both of us requested single rooms our sophomore year. We were both granted singles.

George is a trauma surgeon in Philly. We still get together once every year or two. I can only imagine the consequences if this incident occurred in today's world.
 
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