Case numbers 2007TR000968 and 2007TR001038
On the morning of May the 2nd, 2007 I woke up at around 11 a.m. or something.It could've been later but I don't really remember or care. Anyways at the time I believe I was living in Ashland with some friends but had stayed the night at my mothers house to gain access to her newish Mercury Sable. So I left the house to go back to my apartment taking main street in Washburn. I was probably cranking something like Hatebreed or Arch Enemy because I think at that time I was going through a metal phase. Now as anyone from Washburn knows, the speed limit on main street is 25 mph and it is enforced STRICTLY. This is probably due to the fact that there is little to no crime in Washburn and when there is it's usually not solvable.
So there I was, cruising through Washburn listening to metal, for probably two blocks, two measly friggin block between the museum and the hardware store I must've been going about 38 or so and wouldn't you know it, the WPD pulls out two cars behind me. The jackass throws on the light, the siren, and floor his car through the traffic to stop me like it was a fucking high speed chase or something. The dude pulls me over in front of the BP and asks me if I knew how fast I was going. I have always had this idea that people get rewarded for honesty, which really only happens about 10% of the time. So I tell him I realized I was going above the speed limit and that I guessed about 37. The cop says it was 39, then asks me if I've ever had any tickets before. I tell him no and he goes back to his car. I do the wait and when the dude comes back he's proudly holding a little pink slip for me. Douchebag.
Fast forward one week later.and I'm driving around in the middle of the night with some friends. I think two of them were Corbin and Grupstra and there was one more person, maybe Sharon. Anyways we were coming back from Ashland in the middle of the night. I remember that night was the first time I had ever tried chewing tobacco and I had a righteous buzz from that shit. I had also downed a red bull or something so I was peppy as fuck for it being probably around 3 a.m. So I was driving around the bend on highway 13 towards Washburn, right by where the old Dupont plant was. I remember we had "Shame On a Nigga" cranked (it was probably the same cd from the previous week actually) and I see a Bayfield County cop in the oncoming lane. I notice I'm going a little fast so I slow down, but as I'm passing the cop car it's lights go on. The crazy fuck basically whips a U turn going 60 and pulls around behind me. I stop the car and while I'm waiting in there I feel like shit.
The cop comes up to the window and asks me if I knew how fast I was going. I told her I thought maybe 65 and she tells me it was 69 miles per hour. Then she starts lecturing me about how I shouldn't be driving that fast when the roads were in that condition (they were fine, in fact it was the first day of the year that they were completely clear of any snow or water) and that I was endangering the lives of my four friends. (there were three passengers in the car) The cop asked me the last time I got a ticket and I said a week ago, knowing that it wasn't in the system yet so she couldn't have known that, but once again, I felt honestly was the best policy. She told me I obviously wasn't learning fast and that she'd be right back with my ticket.
These tickets sucked a lot because Wisconsin uses a point system with their traffic laws. Everyone starts out with 12 points on their license and you lose points depending on your offense. If you have a probationary license, like I did at the time, all points from tickets are doubled. Each of the tickets I got were worth 3 points off my license, bringing the total to 6 which doubled is 12. This resulted in the loss of my license in a span of seven days and I had to wait six months for it to be reinstated. The same thing happens to if you get an OWI. I was a little pissed that I got punished the same way a drunk driver would, but I guess in the long run it's better that the system works that way.
So there I was, cruising through Washburn listening to metal, for probably two blocks, two measly friggin block between the museum and the hardware store I must've been going about 38 or so and wouldn't you know it, the WPD pulls out two cars behind me. The jackass throws on the light, the siren, and floor his car through the traffic to stop me like it was a fucking high speed chase or something. The dude pulls me over in front of the BP and asks me if I knew how fast I was going. I have always had this idea that people get rewarded for honesty, which really only happens about 10% of the time. So I tell him I realized I was going above the speed limit and that I guessed about 37. The cop says it was 39, then asks me if I've ever had any tickets before. I tell him no and he goes back to his car. I do the wait and when the dude comes back he's proudly holding a little pink slip for me. Douchebag.
Fast forward one week later.and I'm driving around in the middle of the night with some friends. I think two of them were Corbin and Grupstra and there was one more person, maybe Sharon. Anyways we were coming back from Ashland in the middle of the night. I remember that night was the first time I had ever tried chewing tobacco and I had a righteous buzz from that shit. I had also downed a red bull or something so I was peppy as fuck for it being probably around 3 a.m. So I was driving around the bend on highway 13 towards Washburn, right by where the old Dupont plant was. I remember we had "Shame On a Nigga" cranked (it was probably the same cd from the previous week actually) and I see a Bayfield County cop in the oncoming lane. I notice I'm going a little fast so I slow down, but as I'm passing the cop car it's lights go on. The crazy fuck basically whips a U turn going 60 and pulls around behind me. I stop the car and while I'm waiting in there I feel like shit.
The cop comes up to the window and asks me if I knew how fast I was going. I told her I thought maybe 65 and she tells me it was 69 miles per hour. Then she starts lecturing me about how I shouldn't be driving that fast when the roads were in that condition (they were fine, in fact it was the first day of the year that they were completely clear of any snow or water) and that I was endangering the lives of my four friends. (there were three passengers in the car) The cop asked me the last time I got a ticket and I said a week ago, knowing that it wasn't in the system yet so she couldn't have known that, but once again, I felt honestly was the best policy. She told me I obviously wasn't learning fast and that she'd be right back with my ticket.
These tickets sucked a lot because Wisconsin uses a point system with their traffic laws. Everyone starts out with 12 points on their license and you lose points depending on your offense. If you have a probationary license, like I did at the time, all points from tickets are doubled. Each of the tickets I got were worth 3 points off my license, bringing the total to 6 which doubled is 12. This resulted in the loss of my license in a span of seven days and I had to wait six months for it to be reinstated. The same thing happens to if you get an OWI. I was a little pissed that I got punished the same way a drunk driver would, but I guess in the long run it's better that the system works that way.
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