Doughnut Run

I got popped for "J-rolling " on my way in to work this morning--Its nearly dark now as I roll from my downtown station into my building. The temperature is not bad, brisk buit not the biting cold I know is coming. I get off my train at Gallivin Place about 7:05 and roll East to my building at 257 East 200 South. The traffic is lite at this time of the morning and I really do not pay much attention to traffic lights except when it is obvious that traffic is an issue and a theat.

Many times as I head East ward I just check for traffic and bolt across the street. I bolted this morning as I do many times—but this time I was in from of the major downtown Cop shop. I really should know better . I figured the local brothers in blue would have better things to do then pull over, adorable senior citizens, speeding on to work. Wrong! I had just come off the crown of the street and had access the side walk and I noticed red and blue lights from behind. I did not hear a siren though which I thought was weird, maybe it was a fire engine or something m running” lights and no siren” imagine my shock when I realized the lights were for ME?!!

I turned toward the lights and the cop motioned for me to stop—which I of course did and he proceeded to give me a stern “talking to” about the dangers of crossing the streets against the lights—I think the officer even used the term “J-walking” I did not correct him. I just nodded my head and tried to look concerned like one of those “bobble “ head characters over seen in the back of cars. I remember the cop being bald headed, I may have seen him on the 9-o-clock new—he is a minor SLC celeb—driving a small SLPD pick-up. I just remember seeing the red and blue and remembering other times I have been pulled over—years ago.


I am fortunate the officer did not cite me—he could have and would have been a hundred percent correct—I mean there was no traffic at all I knew what I was doing—His argument was that what I was doing was one 1-illeagle and 2- he had had cleaned up the mess of two other crips this year, who were hit when the wheelchair users were in the street illegally and he did not want to have to clean me off the street. I smiled and agreed to what ever the cop said this interview had grown old and I was feeling a bit chagrinned and I wanted to get on to work. He let me go with a warning and I appreciated that but maybe he should HAVE cited me and taught me a real lesson—I doubt a citation would have made a difference except giving me something else to write about but I did re think responsibility to law…at least in front of a cop shop.