When I was traveling down to New Jersey this week, I had decided to stay well below the flow of traffic speeds. I am not sure why, but I did. I usually run with the crowd in the left lane. But this time I slowed down and got into the right lane.
As I passed the state trooper in the median area, I did not even have to glance at my speed. I was safe… Then I saw the state trooper pull out and come up right behind me and put his flashing lights on. I could not figure out for the life of me, why he would be pulling me over.
As I pulled to the shoulder of the interstate, the state trooper came behind my left shoulder and asked for my license and registration. I asked what I did and he informed me that one of my headlights were out. He tried to tap on it to see if it came on, but to no avail.
He asked if I had any outstanding issues as it relates to my license and I said “no”. When he came back he informed me that he was giving me a fix-it ticket. He explained that how I needed to get it fixed, then go to a police station to validate that the work had been done and then mail it to the court house where they would dismiss the ticket.
Where all of that seems like a drag, I have to say my interaction with the state trooper was really cool. He was a big young kid, that looked like he could have been a US Marine a few years back. His interaction was always helpful and informative. I was not stressed about the process to fix the headlight. I just appreciated the way he handled it.
I continued onto New Jersey for a sales call the next day. On my way back home, night fell and about the same area I get pulled over again by another state trooper. He pulled alongside and approached my right passenger side window away from the traffic. He kindly asked if I knew why he pulled me over and I told him that my head light was out and I just got a fix it ticket yesterday. I held it up, he quickly glanced at it and said, yeah they are a pain, but it is the only way we can make sure it gets taken care of. if the other headlight goes out, then you are in trouble. He told me to have a great day.
Here is another huge kid, the could have been in the army a couple years back, pleasant and helpful. State Troopers seem to me to be the best of the best when it comes to police work. They look bad to the bone, but act like ambassadors of safety.
It took a fix it ticket and a couple of encounters to cement in my great impressions of New York State Troopers.