Head or Tails

Skittles started her own meme/challenge that she calls Heads or Tails.

This week's theme/prompt is:
HEADS - Royal

This is the crest of the
Royal Canadian Mounted Police
Gendarmerie Royale du Canada

I didn't have any ideas at all for this theme until tonight when I was out at a Toastmasters meeting (I'll tell you about that in my next post... lots to tell there too. I stirred up something of a hornets nest with my speech tonight). I was almost run off the road.

I was driving along, minding my own business, about 5km of the 8km already behind me when I see this truck (larger than my truck) coming towards me and he pulled over so about 1/2 to 3/4 of my north bound lane was taken up by his south bound truck. I had to go over onto the shoulder and nearly into the ditch to avoid being hit. Not much makes me angry anymore and I very rarely bother to call the RCMP (Royal Canadian Mounted Police) because I have before found that to be a waste of time, but tonight this made me mad enough to react. First, I made a very quick turn around in a nearby driveway and went after the truck to get their license plate number and truck description. Since there was no other traffic on the road, and there was a light on at the top of the cab of the truck, it was not hard for me to positively know that was the truck that had nearly hit me. It was hard, however, to catch up to them. They were going well over the speed limit, but never estimate an 'old broad' with a 'lead foot'. I can speed with the best of them. That's more than enough of a confession of my guilt, and I will not go into the actual speeds we went at... but the roads were dry and safe enough... and okay, I was stupid to do it. But I digress...

So, I was almost back into town by the time I caught up to them and got their license number. I immediately called 911, the number for emergencies, and reported what had happened, the description of the truck (full size Ford pickup, extended cab, dark red), the license number, that there appeared to be 5 people (2 in front and 3 in the extended cab part). During this time I keep following the truck "now we're going down __Street at ___ Ave... oh and we just turned onto ____ Street" .... east bound, south bound, west bound, south, east, south, west... until finally the truck pulled into a dark parking lot with trees around it, in the 'druggy' part of town. Hey, I'm brave and stubborn, I admit that, but I am not stupid... this is where I quit following them and drove away. I noticed that a guy from the truck came out into the street and was running after me for a bit to get a look at the truck I drive. I was far enough ahead that I very much doubt he saw my license number or much detail of my truck. I wonder if he saw my rottweiler's head stuck out of the canopy.

This trip through town took a fairly long time as we were driving very slowly most of the time. They knew they were being followed, but didn't know who was doing the following. The people in the back were watching me and the way they kept winding here and there around different streets showed they knew I was following them. During this entire time, I'm talking to the woman dispatcher at 911... and during this whole time I did not see even ONE police car!! Nope, not one of them responded to this. I told the woman that the way they were driving, I was fairly sure they were drunk or high on drugs, but still no response from the police. She made a file and an RCMP member will call me... eventually. She did ask too if I had gotten a good look at the driver and could I make a positive identification of him/her. Well no, of course not. First it was bright headlights in the dark of night, driving towards me and running me off the road... then I was in my truck following behind their truck so had no way of seeing the driver. Then she wanted to know if I could tell was the driver male or female? NO. I could see there were at least 5 people in the truck, I could see what the truck looked like and clearly read the license plate, but I could not see the driver.

I am pretty much sure that nothing will come of this. The cop will call at some point down the road (a day, a week, two weeks?? who knows), and will put his report into the file, and that will be that. They didn't actually kill me, so no harm no foul. That far down the road they won't be able to prove who the driver is, never mind if he/she was loaded... and obviously I am the only one that cares anyway.

Someday, this jerk could crash into someone and kill them... and it will be called a tragic 'accident'. I say 'Tragic? Yes! Accident? No way is that an accident. It's a 'crash', but not an accident."

I apologize for such a long post, however, it has made me feel much better to 'get it out' and to write it down so I don't forget what happened by the time a member of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police get around to talking to me about this so they can close their file and forget about this issue.


Have a wonderful day... and watch out for the jerks on the roads.

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