THE SCENE OF THE CRIME

I know you may think I’m crazy or obsessed but I went back to the scene of the crime.
I had to take the same road again on the way back from the beach so it’s not like I made a special trip. So I’m not completely nuts. (Just a little)..

I took a picture of the view someone would have if they stopped at the spot where the stop sign line is. As you can see by the Picture below you can’t really see anything unless you creep up slowly and do more of a rolling stop.

I was thinking about complaining and claim that it’s even more dangerous to come to a complete stop because you have to get your speed up very quickly to merge on to the very busy Topanga
Canyon Blvd.

I even had some pictures prepared of what happens when people come to a complete stop.

Here is a picture of the camera that took those pictures that fateful day



Anyway I have a feeling the parks department won’t buy this but I do feel better that I went back and investigated.

THIS CAN’T BE ME !

When I received this citation and photos (above) in the mail I went through these typical series of thoughts & emotions

Thought #1: “This must be a mistake”
Noticed that the photo was the make & color of my car.

Thought # 2: “This must be my wife when she borrowed my car”
Noticed that the date on the citation was the day I took off work to take my daughter to the beach and was driving on the street at the exact time that the citation had noted.

At this point it’s starting to look pretty bleak as far as "THIS CAN’T BE ME"

Thought # 3 "Hey maybe it was another person with a white PT Curser that was traveling on Pacific Coast Highway at the same time and had a license number that was really close to mine and the enforcement people that mail these things out accidentally reversed some numbers and sent the citation to me by mistake"

With all the decks stacked against me and a never say die attitude I went for the last minute pass into the end zone

I went out to my car with citation in hand looked at my license plate and made sure the numbers on the photo matched EXACTLY.
(They did) Game over, the fat lady was singing.

Thought # 4: "What a rip off!! How can they prove from this photo that I didn’t come to a complete stop ?"

At this point I recognized that I was starting to sound like some big cry baby making excuses and not taking responsibility for my actions and to just pay the $100.00 like a man.

Thought # 5 I will just pretend that this $100.00 went for taking my wife out to eat last week when our dinner plans fell through.