An Arlo Guthrie lesson in Conspicuity

Living down here in this little drinking village with a fishing problem other wise known as St. Marks, we occasionally have to put up with things like Tropical storm Fay. But then if you live by the water you put up with that sort of thing.

What can be difficult to deal with however are those that come to "help" you deal with it. When Dennis flooded our area no one showed up to help. Until after everybody had been retrieved from there homes and all that could be done had been done. Then of course they showed up, blocked the roads and started telling those who had done the work and survived what they could and could not do. Ah, but we were oh so safe.

Well today we been dealing with this little nuisance by the name of "Fay" that I can appreciate, if for no other reason than the fact that, in spite of all our technological advances, they ain't been able to get her right yet.

So anyway, have I said this little spot of Paradise has been known to Flood? Well, It does. And because it does and the area news media isnt aware of our existence, we kind of feel like we ought to check now and again and see what the river is doing.

Well o,k, then. This morning at high tide we take a ride down the street and yepper, waters over then banks. Figured it would be. Question always is, how much will it rise? So we head to the house and figure we will check back. Sounded reasonable to us anyway.

Few hours go by and I tell the ol lady, "hey, ol lady, I'm gonna go check on the river."

Now I get down there and the cops have showed up to help the St. Marks volunteer fire dept. watch the water come up. Now the St. Marks Fire Dept. did an outstanding job during "Dennis" and I kinda figure that they can probably do better than "state troopers" cause state trooper vehicles gonna drown before my Element does, much less the firetruck. Besides they, the fire dept, has done it before.

Well I park in a parking lot to turn around because I had accomplished my mission, yes the water had risen more, when this helpful officer of the law starts yelling at me. Now I don't know why, except maybe I don't hear so well due to motorcycle abuse, but I could have sworn he was hollerin, "Turn your lights off"?

Couldn't understand why he would holler that. But what the hell. So I check and they are off. So I figure o.k. were cool and start to head back to the house.

Whoops, bad move.

I look in my rear mirror and here he comes fast, lights a blazing. Thinking he couldn't possibly be after me I pull over like your supposed to and sure enough, so do he. Well while I'm thinking o.k. what have I done now, he's getting out of his car in a pretty yellow rain suit that does not hide the fact that his hand is on his gun, comes up to my window and wants to know why I didn,t
turn my lights on when he told me to.

Now this was wrong and I don't recommend it, but I started laughing. I was like, I thought you were hollerin turn them off. To which I get a lecture on how a grey vehichle on a rainy day is hard to see and the law says I'm supposed to have my lights on when it is like that.

Well I kinda knew that. By that I mean I'm not exactly sure how much like that it has to be before it is like that enough to turn on your lights. But I was to busy choking back two questions:

Officer did you think I was gonna bust past two cop cars and a fire struck, speed through flood waters till I ran through the Riverside Cafe commiting suicide by driving into the St.
Marks River?

And/or

Are you gonna shoot me for not having my lights on?

Neither of which fortunately , I had the opportunity to ask, because he then advised me you know that's $130+ fine and asked, "You don't want that do you?"

Well I had to think a bit. Like was this a rhetorical question? I finally chose discretion over valor and replied, "No", whilst yanking a bunch of hair out of my head trying to get to my glasses knowing I'm gonna have to sign something.

When he asked me if I lived here? I can only guess it was my gray Element on a gray day that hid the fact that I pulled out of a driveway a couple blocks up onto an otherwise deserted road that he didn't figure that one out.

In all fairness I must state that he gave me no ticket (thank God he didn't ask for registration) and was really nice. And not only will I take the Florida Dept of Highway Safety's admonishment to put erflective stickies all over my motorcycle I will add some to my Honda Element too.Add to Technorati Favorites

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