Greg Carlwood Traffic Stop, Speeding Ticket Dispute
Greg Carlwood describes a recent personal encounter with law enforcement in San Diego after feeling he had manifested bad luck. A police officer pulled him over, claiming a speed of 81 mph, which Carlwood disputes as impossible given the circumstances. The officer searched the vehicle but found nothing, ultimately issuing a ticket that Carlwood attributes to the officer's reaction to his attitude.
greg carlwood· san diego· traffic stop· speeding ticket· police encounter
00:04 In the 1930s, President Franklin Delano Roosevelt addressed a nation through a series of radio broadcast known as the Fireside Chats. His aim was to reassure the common man that our society would recover from its troubled times but we're far from 1930 and I deal with a different kind of fire For a new era of worldly frustration We offer a fresh conversation! I'm Greg Carlwood These are The Hireside Chats How's it going, Hireside Chatters? I'm Greg Carlwood and it's another lovely sunny San Diego day. A wonderful day in the neighborhood a wonderful day for a neighbor perfect for smoking weed and drinking beers which is what I'm doing because I show patterns of self-destructive behavior...and that's just my style
00:53 In fact, I don't usually tell personal stories much on THC but earlier in the week I was having a particularly bad day and said to my lovely lady Therese that all I needed now is a run with the cops to top off my string of shit luck. And she would tell you that I manifested that reality with those words, but i would tell you That's an interesting idea But cops are pretty reliable for fucking up my life and what made this stop particularly interesting. And maybe The universe does have a message for me with this one but on my drive home from work I see a car pulled over on the shoulder up ahead. I instantly slow down to the speed limit. I get closer I see that it is in fact a cop his car doors open he's walking around the car no big deal as I pass him
01:35 He's just about to sit in the driver seat and we fucking lock eyes. And I instantly had the feeling of, oh shit this guy is definitely gunning for me. I'm kind of fucked And sure enough, he pulls me over and I had no idea what he could possibly have on me. I was completely shocked Motherfucker walks up to my window says he clocked me at 81. I say that's not possible! I wasn't speeding and i don't think you could've clocked me from outside the car Well... He doesn't like MY LIP So he tells me sit on my hands on the side of road while he searches my car but didn't find anything This is a fairly typical stop, but it just pissed me off because he did not clock me for speeding But he wanted to stop me Because I looked at him and he just threw out a reasonable number and wrote me a fucking ticket well What the fuck this is not a place. I want to live anymore people
