…and I deserved it. Man I hate it when Motorcop is right.


I was driving through the City when my phone rang and it was work.  Sometimes I forget to take the radio out of my jacket pocket, sometimes it’s the keys…etc etc, so I answered it.

Then they put me on hold for a minute, and that’s when me and the Motor passing the other direction made eye contact.

I hung up, he swung around and I pulled over and waited.

I knew it was wrong, time to drink the tea.


CityMC – “Do you know why I turned around?”

HM – “I was on the phone.  Shouldn’t have been.  No excuse.”

CityMC – “License please. I’m going to cite you, this isn’t safe.”

He wandered back to the motor and began to scratch out the cite and my phone is ringing again.  No way in Hell am I answering it now.

He returns to the car where I’m patiently waiting, hands on the wheel.

CityMC – “Your license and your insurance have different addresses, which is correct?”


HM – “My insurance, Sir.”

CityMC – “You need to get to the DMV immediately and get that remedied.”

HM – “Yes, Sir.”

He went back to the bike and was on the radio…no what is he doing? He’s on the phone.  I make eye contact in the rearview mirror of him laughing and smiling on the phone and he turns away from me.

A few moments later he approaches the window and offers me the complete cite and asks me to sign.

I signed, no argument, no stupid excuse, no denying the obvious.

Then he gave me back my license and told me it was my lucky morning, he had just gotten good news.  This would only be a warning.  I should take what I would have paid in the cite and go buy a new hands free set, or 2, and use them.

And I will.


It just goes to show that if you are honest and respectful, and if he gets a lucky phone call, maybe you’ll just get a warning.

Now if only medics could have the same kind of power in transport decisions…

Agree? Disagree? Have something to add? Why not leave a comment or subscribe to the RSS feed to have future articles delivered to your feed reader?