Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Missed Connections

Hey, You!  Yeah, you, the guy in the MGB GT cruising down Park Avenue about 11:30 this morning!  I wanted to talk to you.  I had a story for you.
You pulled a U-turn without warning into the curbside spot outside Panera Bread, and, by the time I took a left and tried to find a way around the block in that labyrinthine mess that is the Renton Landing, you had already bought a sandwich and left.
I wanted to tell you about my friend, who had accumulated over the years a 1976 MGB, along with the usual pile of parts, spares and stuff that accumulates around British sports cars.  Any old sports car, especially the British ones, brings with it a shared responsibility to keep it up and running like any old classic automobile.  The common problems with SU carburetors, electric overdrive transmissions, Lucas Prince of Darkness wiring systems and the overcomplicated way British engineers liked to do things also pushes the owners into groups of like-minded individuals commiserating and kvetching and sharing parts and know-how, which is why I figured if you didn’t want a look at this pile, you might know someone who would.
I wanted to tell you how I went out there last week and wandered around the back yard and in the shop, and gazed at the piles of bodies and fenders and wheels and tires, and how there was part of an old horse trailer out there, inside of which were drivelines and grilles and bumpers and seats and tops and door panels and this and that kind of related stuff.  How in the shop there was more interesting stuff, including some engines under the bench, and a stack of transmissions, with rear ends out in the yard.
I could have told you that most of the pile appeared to be MG stuff, but there was some Triumph goodies in there, too, and even some Chevrolet stuff in the pile, the surface of which was all I saw, the rest being buried under stuff.
I wanted to say that the car has a title, but has not been licensed since 1998, and somewhere along the line someone replaced the power train with a Nissan engine and a five-speed transmission, which probably would be considered an upgrade among all but the most diehard aficionados of the marque.
I could have told you that all she wants is for everything to go away, including the horse trailer itself and all the junk tires, and that a guy could probably get the whole pile including the car for a very nominal sum and a crew to come out and turn that part of the back yard back into something you can mow.
I was gonna tell you that I have pictures, if you were interested.

But none of that is going to happen.  You got away.  Now you’ll never know how close you came to a score.  Maybe you should be relieved.  Maybe not.  Maybe next time.  Drive careful in that old beauty.  There’s only so many of them left out there.  Next one I see, I’ve got a story for them.  :-{)}

Friday, October 2, 2015

Speed Traps

I went for a motorcycle ride on a Tuesday in October.  It was a beautiful fall day- bright sunshine, crisp clean air, leaves still on the trees and not the road; in short, a perfect riding day.  The two of us used the back roads as much as possible as we circumnavigated Mount Rainier in the widershins direction, counter-clockwise.  The only downers we encountered were police vehicles, lots of them, all doing the same thing: raising revenue in the name of traffic safety.
To understand how pervasive this practice has become, we must consider the implications of the speed traps, where they are set up and why and how they operate.  In order to protect the officers who take on the risk of traffic stops, it is necessary to factor in the weather, the location, and the likelihood that enough speeders will drive by that location to make economic sense to the police departments.
So, on that Tuesday, the weather was perfect for a speed trap.  The first location we stumbled on was just past Orting on the Orville road cutoff to Kapowsin and Electron, where a county Sheriff SUV was parked on a wide spot in the road headed back the way we came, just far enough around the bend that the oncoming speeders would not see the cop until it was too late, and the radar had them in its sights.  That’s rule number one for a successful speed trap: hide in plain sight.
Just past the cop the road widened out for quite a ways, leaving plenty of room on the side for them to pull over their victims safely, which illuminates rule number two:  have a convenient wide spot to pull them over.  That is why, even though we blew past the cop at approximately 10 over the posted 45mph zone, he ignored us, as did his backup who was waiting a little further along in a yard off the road to our right.  We were headed into a winding narrow stretch of the road with no shoulders to speak of, leaving the police rigs exposed to traffic if they pulled someone over.  Whew, missed the hook that time!
The old unwritten rule used to be: Six you’re fine, seven you’re mine, referring to the number of miles above the speed limit that they caught you doing.  I’ve recently read a post from a police officer online that said that the new rule is: twelve you’re fine, thirteen you’re mine, which explains most of California and large stretches of I-5 through Seattle.  I know from unfortunate experience that seven over on a photo-op ticketing camera is worth $125, where 15 over is more like $265 in this state, so that also helps explain the rules.  Follow the money…
There is also an interesting phenomenon apparent these days, in that entrepreneurial Law firms have adopted a new business model in reaction to the increasing prevalence of speeding tickets.  It goes like this, at least at Heidi Hunt’s law offices, which I have used:  If you get a radar speeding ticket, just send us your paperwork and $250 for the first instance, $200 for any subsequent tickets, and we will guarantee dismissal of your ticket.  If we do not win the case, we will pay your fine out of the money you sent us.  Furthermore, in most local courts, if you are represented by an attorney you are not required to show up in court for your own contested hearing, we’ll be there for you. 
The way it works out, the lawyers send in discovery requests for the officer, the maintenance records on the radar gun, the car, anything that might help the case, which also lets the jurisdiction know that there is a lawyer involved.  Typically, and I have not heard one single instance where it worked out otherwise, the prosecutors fail to respond to the discovery and the officer fails to show up at the hearing, so the attorney moves to suppress the evidence and the judge tosses the ticket.  The fact that this happens every time is further evidence that the police are being used to extract revenue on the false pretense of highway safety, that the fact that it would cost more to prosecute the offender than it would return in revenue is the deciding factor in the case.  That is what passes for justice these days.
So if you get a ticket, and send the money to the lawyers, you are almost guaranteed to get a call from a young attorney informing you that your case has been won.  You’re still out the same amount of money, more or less, but your driving record stays clean, and the City, County or State is denied the revenue.  The downside of this is that, in order to meet their budget assumptions for “other” revenue, they have to send the police out to issue even more tickets!  I mentioned this to the Renton police Captain in charge of traffic, and he made it clear that they were well aware of those law firms and how they work.
The second speed trap we encountered on the road around the Mountain was in beautiful downtown Greenwater.  We had pulled in to the Greenwater store for a water and candy bar break.  As I stood outside the store on the covered porch, I saw a new SUV pull up on the side of the road across from the parking lot.  The rig was completely unmarked, and even the lights were hidden.  The only clue that it was a WSP rig was the heavy duty push bar attached to the front bumper.
That particular stretch of road, if you haven’t been on it, is perfect for a speed trap.  Not only does it have plenty of parking space on both sides, but it is on Highway 410, where the speed limit is 55 mph all the way from Enumclaw through the Federation Forest, then drops to 35 as you come around the corner and into Greenwater itself.  Most people have drifted down to the low 50s by then, meaning they are doing at least 15 over, good money for little effort on the cops’ parts.  Then the road curves again on the way out and the speed limit goes back up to 55, meaning the pigeons are coming in fast from both directions.
Within seconds, the officer nailed his first victim, pulling a dangerous U-turn in the middle of the street to chase them down into the gas station parking lot.  While we watched, he wrote them up quickly, then immediately nabbed another one going the other direction, with another unsafe U-turn across two lanes of speeding vehicles.  We chose that moment to depart, while he was tied up, and got the hell out of town, with one eye out for confederates and the other on the speedometer.
Why, you might ask, would you not just ride the speed limit all the time, and not have to worry about speeding tickets?  We followed a line of cars doing just that out of Greenwater, about a dozen of them bunched up behind a single motorcycle who was scrupulously keeping at the limit, until they got so close behind him that he pulled over at a wide spot on the road and let everybody get by.  The speed naturally went right up to the usual real limit, which is about 10 over the posted one.  If you can’t keep up with traffic on a motorcycle you are risking your life, and forcing others to risk theirs as they desperately get around you any way they can.
And so to anyone who defends speeding tickets as a way to control traffic and reduce average speeds, I say, “Who do you think you’re fooling?  If that old saying - the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again when you already know how it is going to work out - applies to speeding tickets, how can you stand there with your bare face hanging out and try to pretend it’s not all about the money?”  If all you wanted was to slow people down, why not put up a big sign that says, “Speed Trap ahead, slow down!” and station an empty marked patrol car in the parking lot?  No money in that, eh?
Another fact that supports my contention that speeding tickets are about revenue generation is the number of private companies that have figured out a way to milk this public cow for all it’s worth.  Every school zone or intersection photo-op ticket machine that you see out there gets something like $3500 a month rent off the top, plus 20% of any excess revenue generated at each location.  For a school zone at $125 a pop, that means they have to write 28 tickets a month before the City sees a nickel, yet the City of Renton website claims that 11,990 tickets were written from 2008, when they started the program, until the end of the study, at one location alone!  Do the math.  That’s a cool $1.5 million.  Most of it went to American Traffic Solutions, Inc., out of Phoenix, AZ.
They also hasten to assure us, the general public from whom this revenue has been generated, that any ticket you get in a speeding zone or for running a red light at an intersection will not go on your driving record.  Gee, thanks, that’s nice to hear.  Now tell me the answer to this, if you can:
How many kids have been run over by cars in those school zones you are so zealously protecting?  Are you sure you’re not a solution in search of a problem?  How many of the people to whom you issued those tickets would have been the one to run over the occasional child?
It seems to me that society begins to break down when we find it necessary to punish people, not for what they did, but for what might have happened, but did not.  That decay accelerates when we outsource the revenue extraction to private companies, and pay them on a piecework basis, thus giving them incentive to steal money from as many people as possible.
And when we take our force of police officers, who are sworn to protect and defend the public from criminals, and assign them to do much of the direct revenue extraction personally, how do you think those officers will be regarded by that same public?  Just how dumb do you think we are?
I could go on and on about this issue, and there is much more to be said, like why the City of Renton abruptly removed the hugely money-making photo-enforcement camera from in front of Renton High School, but started the summer school cameras in front of some, but not all of the elementary schools a full hour before school started all last summer.  Think about why an obscure little Christian school along Carr Road between Valley Medical Center and Benson has a 20 mph flashing light that slows traffic on a major 4 lane road twice a day at a location that you never, ever see a kid on the street.

I think any rational person looking at this situation would conclude that there is a problem or problems that need to be addressed.  The question is, “Who is going to step up and take this on for the benefit of all the neighbors who have paid those tickets, and will pay those tickets in the future?”  Is that you?  We’d sure be grateful if you did.  :-{)}