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I think the worst was a guy who brought a 1980′s “OldsmoBuick” in for a state inspection. It was one of these things only not in nearly as good shape:I could tell that he would not pass from the cracked side marker light, water sloshing in the headlight covers, cracking wiper blades, bald tires, and the squeal of metal on metal when he braked .I told the guy as much and suggested the obvious fixes before he handed twenty non-refundable dollars to the cashier. He replied: ‘Just inspect it…it’ll pass.’ I did. I failed him with possibly the longest write-up I had ever done. He demanded his money back.Did I mention non-refundable? That wasn’t just policy, it was the law. Once they had paid, and I entered the VIN in the inspection book there can be no refunds. The inspectee gets a slip listing what failed and another chance at inspection within thirty days. He blustered; threatened to call the cops; then offered me $10 to pass it anyway. Not only could I lose my job and go to jail for passing that car, $10 is simply an insult. If you’re going to bribe me, make it worth my time.After more threats, he finally left saying he knew a muffler place down the road that would pass it for $20. He left squealing one tire on the way out. I knew which muffler place he was talking about, so I just happened to call the state trooper who oversaw inspections in our area. He just happened to be across the street from the muffler shop when this POS came rolling out with a shiny new inspection sticker.Two arrests and a shut down muffler shop later I saw the OldsmoB dragging behind a tow truck on the way to the impound yard.Why was I such an ass about it? Why did I call the cops to keep this guy off the road?His brake rotors looked like this:That’s why.(images from cardomain.com & fireengineering.com)

WHAT A NICE OLD MANYes, of course, police are human. I worked in an impoverished city where there were limited opportunities for work, and many older citizens were scraping by.I stopped an old gentleman for an expired inspection sticker. I had a nice discussion with him about why the car wouldn’t pass inspection. The story was that he was doing the best he could but didn’t have the money to fix the emissions to pass inspection.Looking at his insurance card, I saw that the card had expired and asked him about it. He advised that he may have another insurance card and offered to go to his residence right around the corner to look for it. I suspected he was uninsured.I declined, but I did remember, after taking a closer look at the man, that I had been to his home, which was tiny. I don’t think the whole house was even 200 square feet. It was clear he and his wife were dirt poor.The little they had in the house impressed me because everything was very clean and neat. He and his wife lived there, and I recall she had some medical problem, and I responded and helped carry the stretcher to the ambulance.I asked how she was doing, and he said he remembered me from that call. She was still in the hospital, and he was basically all alone for the first time in about fifty years. He said he only drove the car to the hospital (about 3 miles away) each day to visit her and occasionally to buy food. He said he’d been driving for nearly 50 years and never had an accident.I told him that the fine for failure to inspect was $78 and for failure to present documents was another $144. I wouldn’t be writing him any tickets that day.He was very old-school respectful. Everything was Yes-sir kind of all in one word. He had tears in his eyes when he told me that she was dying and the law was the law, and he understood if I gave him tickets, but he had to see her every day.I didn’t write any tickets that day and might have even seen him a couple more times and just waived.A few weeks later, I learned she had passed, and not too long after; he joined her. I remember reading his name in the paper and thinking to myself, what a nice old man he had been.Author of the 2020 book “One Cop’s Life” available on Amazon.

The closest I ever came was allowing a person to drive without the proper insurance coverage for a short time. I wrote about this some time ago. I took a chance and looked the other way, and I would do it again. If you read this man’s story, I hope you’ll be able to understand why.There's a side to police work that most people will never see. I worked in an impoverished city where there were limited opportunities for work, and many older citizens were just scraping by.I stopped an old gentleman for an expired inspection sticker. I had a nice discussion with him about why the car wouldn’t pass inspection. The story was that he was doing the best he could but didn’t have the money to fix the emissions so it would pass inspection.Looking at his insurance card, I saw that the card had expired and asked him about it. He advised that he may have another insurance card and offered to go to his residence right around the corner to look for it. I suspected the car was not insured.I declined, but I did remember after taking a closer look at the man, that I had been to his home about a month ago. I don’t think the whole house was even 200 square feet. It was clear he and his elderly wife were dirt poor.The little they had in the house impressed me because everything was spotless and neat. Just the two of them lived there, and I recalled she had some sort of medical problem. Now I remembered the call clearly. I had responded to a medical emergency and helped carry the stretcher to the ambulance.I asked how she was doing and he didn’t answer my question. He looked down at the ground and said he remembered me from that call. He told me that she was still in the hospital and he was basically all alone for the first time in about fifty years.He told me he only drove the car to the hospital (about 3 miles away) each day to visit her and occasionally to buy food. He said he’d been driving for nearly 50 years and never had an accident.I told him that he needed to have his car re-inspected and also have a valid insurance card in the car. I told him I would not be writing him any tickets today, but he couldn't drive the car until it was legal.He was very old school respectful. Everything was Yes-sir kind of all in one word. He looked up at me, and he had tears in his eyes, which I didn't understand. He told me that his wife was dying and he said the law was the law, and he understood if I had to give him tickets, but the only thing that mattered to him was seeing his wife at the hospital every day.I have to admit that I did see him driving to or from the hospital from time to time, and yes I even waved. I felt like there was something that superseded motor vehicle laws and it was the commitment that this elderly man had to his wife.A few weeks later I learned she had she passed away from a neighbor I knew. It was only a matter of a month later that he joined her. I remember reading his name in the paper, and thinking to myself, what a nice old man, he had been.