A&Q about 350Z
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Nice Guy! A Car Guy!
Long story short - a few months back I get pulled over for - No Front Liscense plate - but the plate is in the front window.
No proof of insurance - 2nd back up car - Doh! - no worries - call Ins. agent - credit card - fax insurance for that day - ticket dismissed.
Inspection stick out of date - oh ok ya cought me - I was letting it go so inpection stick and registration would expire and re-new in same month not five months apart. - get inspect in 10 days of ticket - show proof - ticket dismissed.
Missed court day - ah I forgot?
Has anyone seen a new computer automated ticket system - handheld palm type unit - plugs into squad car computer - gives out a long tape looking "ticket" that looks exactly like any other store ticket receipt.
Well I was disgusted with the "traffic trap" - HPD does not have ticket quotas - we get to write as many as we want!
I didn't look closely at the ticket - drove on to the emergency work call-in and forgot about ticket for a while. Look for it in car and can't find it. Look for it several times more and can't find it.
I'm thinking over a couple weeks - how come I've not gotten a notice to appear in court - which court? what day - (there are many dozens of city courts in Houston. Old hand written tickets the size of a paperback book page in pink show the court number and date.
Found ticket - in Auto Zone bag - wife - oh that's what you were looking for - I thought it was a receipt.
Ok - so would I - now the court date is - YESTERDAY!
$75.00 fee for bond is down the drain but -
Show up for court on tickets - dissmiss inspection & insurance - OK!
But - set trial on liscense plate ! HuH! the one I had in the first place?
and no-show on court -
Come to new court date - I got the 8x10 color glossies I got cnacelled
insurance receipt sticker documentation original ticket with agrocery store
receipt ( oh sorry your honor - I thought that was the ticket too - oh you
didn't see the court date either - try that really really faint small type
where the printer ran out of toner - your honor)
Go see the City prosecutor about your case and set trial.
Me: Well sir it's like this -
Prosc: Got caught in the old no front liscense plate trick huh?
Me: Yes - but I had one - the front window - and
Prosc: Yea but it's still illegal
As I pull out the 8X10 color glossies to plead my case -
Prosec: I'm dismissing your tickets - you spent enough time coming in and you posted your bond.
Me: Well thank you! BTW what are you guys going to do with cars that don't have a place for a front plate? And show him car show pictures of Firebird like mine and Chevy SRT's with no place for a front plate?
Prosc: Wow that is a good question - you took these where?
Me: At a local car club cruise night?
Prosc: Yea - where, you got anyother old cars?
Me: well -
Fifteen minutes later - discussing collector cars -
Prosc: You got a Datson? A 510?
Me: 280ZXT, 300ZX
Prosc: Wow I've always wanted wanted the 240 -
Me: well here's how to get in touch with the club -
Jeanne - said boy you must have togetten out of those tickets - that smile on your face - what did you two talk so long about?
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Ed and Jeanne's
ZXelda 1981 280 ZXT: ZXena 1990 300 ZX
1941 Buick Special Sedanette (Betty)
1956 Dodge Royal (Dorothy)
1971 Buick Riviera (Rita)
1975 Ford F-150 Stepside (Fiona)
1992 Firebird (Frieda)
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Sounds to me like you're an irresponsible motorist and lead a very disorganized life. I hope we don't drive the same roads.
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JacobZ wrote:
> Sounds to me like you're an irresponsible motorist and lead a
> very disorganized life. I hope we don't drive the same roads.
What? Get a life, dude.
Good story Ed - I love it when a series of unforunate events turns positive in the end!
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Sounds like me - always losing stuff, never getting my stuff done on time, never having proof of insurance... LOL. Good job gettin the CP hooked on Z's.
1978 280Z Turbo MS
1981 280ZXT - scrapyard
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Thats awesome. Tickets in TX are weird ill agree to that
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JacobZ - I'll agree about the disorganized life but I take umbrage at the irresponsible part.
I'll say excuse me as I cut you off and run you off the road - when it's brought to my attention.
Ed and Jeanne's
ZXelda 1981 280 ZXT: ZXena 1990 300 ZX
1941 Buick Special Sedanette (Betty)
1956 Dodge Royal (Dorothy)
1971 Buick Riviera (Rita)
1975 Ford F-150 Stepside (Fiona)
1992 Firebird (Frieda)
Post Edited (Jun 11, 10:11pm)
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wow, I can't believe you didn't see the sarcasm in that post.
Thick enough to cut with a knife.
DIY or DIE
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I got a ticket in Houston for doing 40 in a 30 zone and under remarks the cop put down (radar 77 MPH) some 33 years ago! Wonder what he would say if I showed up now... Hope he likes bikes also... LOL
Why put off what you can do tomorrow when you can do it another day! D'oh
I still think about that one everytime I'm in Houston... All of the other times I got stopped I could BS out of a ticket.
I got pulled over one night going to see a friend in Nassau Bay. I was turning off Nasa One right in front of the Space Center and a real nice officer pulled me over in my 67 Camero because of no front plate, which I also had in my front windsheild. He saw it before he pulled me over but he wanted to tell me about the 20MPH speed limit in the hood. He said if he heard anything I was going to jail for the night. I keep it down and waited until I left the limits back on IH 45 before I opened it up... If he was within a half mile of me he would have heard me!
77 280Z with SBC, 700R4, Vette C4 IRS W/11.5 rear disk, Centerlines 16x9.5 W/BF G 245x45ZR Comp T/A Rear and 15x7 Ft W/BF Goodrich Euro 225x15 on ft. Soon to have Coleman 12.2x1.25, x-drilled, zinc plated, Rotors W/Billet Outlaw 4000. Z U V8ter
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Good ol' HPD. I have more stories than you even want to know about.
FYI, their system is so disorganized you can usually take defensive driving every tuesday if you want and they never are able to figure out you already took it. Not that I'm saying I broke the 'rules' specifically, the court actually ordered me to take DD when I told them I wasn't sure if it was within the last 6 months [was like 3 weeks ago]. They said it wasn't on their system so basically, 'shut up and leave'.
And austin and houston have 0 communication, in case you were wondering.
My last run-in with the HPD was when I flicked two cop cars off from a moving vehicle. Technically they can't charge you with anything, but they definetely harrassed us, put us in cop cars, called a tow truck, all that bs. I completely deserved it, didnt think they saw me [was 50 yards away at night].
Anyways, 95% are complete idiots who need to be in 5th ward not northwest 1960 looking for punk white kids. I refrain from yelling 'F#uck the police' anymore at randome cops if that shows my progress at all.
19[TT]91
My TT beauty is gone.
2[00]2 Honda 954RR
Suzuki 1200 S; sportscar eater
19[I4]94 Integra GSR Sedan
Long live the Z...
aka SAHTT
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Woa there zlover57 - I learned at a very early age - way before driving that you don't sas anyone with a badge and a gun.
Not only is it poor etiquitte it is down right stupid. Small town cops and rookie cops is a definate no no.
South of Nassua Bay is Alvin. Don't drive in Alvin with a broken tail light in the 1971 at 12:30 am., having shoulder length hair.
The only thing mavbe two - that saved my arrest, was I was taking a local girl home and I had an MIA - POW bubper sticker on my car (supporting our troops in Veitnam).
Troops yes - that war no. Some wars have to be fought. Some - don't even start.
That young Alvin cop almost got whiplash pointing his light at me, at my liscense, at the MIA sticker, at me, at my lsicense, at me, at my lic -
well about a dozen times. If you know the words to Alice's Restaurant would be good background music for this.
(the song about getting arrested for littering - for you youngsters - old foggey white rap)
Cop: You comin back through here to Houston?
Me: I guess I'll have to sir.
Cop: I see that light broken I'm hauling you in.
Me: Yes sir.
I took every back road eat and north of Alvin I could find and didn't breath until I got to I-45.
Ed and Jeanne's
ZXelda 1981 280 ZXT: ZXena 1990 300 ZX
1941 Buick Special Sedanette (Betty)
1956 Dodge Royal (Dorothy)
1971 Buick Riviera (Rita)
1975 Ford F-150 Stepside (Fiona)
1992 Firebird (Frieda)
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hey erzelda- alices resturant is one of my all time favorite songs thanks for reminding me of it tonight - ill be running the words-You can get anything you want at alices resturant excepting Alice- all night long. Man that song brings back some memories.
my older brother who is an airplane mech at one of the airports down there lives in Alvin. ive never been there so i dont know where but he works for continital airlines.
when i bought my maxima it didnt have a place or bracket for a front plate, i had to order one from the nissan dealer. it took two weeks to get here and then none of the mechanics there knew how to mount it to the front of the car. they said they had never had to do that. so no help or info from them. i came on here and found out within a few minutes. z car guys know every thing and will share that info - if you ask nice .
so have a great night!
remember this- i mean i was just sittin there on the group W bench and they all moved away from me !!!!! hehe!!
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1980 280ZX coupe
2001 maxima
1994 F150 4x4 van works custom truck
170000 and never needed mech repairs
1996 ford explorer -they cant all be good
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I lived right down the road back in the 70's in Pearland. You prob took 517 to Dickinson or 528 going through Friendswood...
Here is the Lyrics to that good old song...
Alice's Restaurant
By Arlo Guthrie
This song is called Alice's Restaurant, and it's about Alice, and the
restaurant, but Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant,
that's just the name of the song, and that's why I called the song Alice's
Restaurant.
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years ago on
Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the
restaurant, but Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the
church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and
Fasha the dog. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of
room downstairs where the pews used to be in. Havin' all that room,
seein' as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn't
have to take out their garbage for a long time.
We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it'd be
a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump. So
we took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW
microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed
on toward the city dump.
Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the
dump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving." And we had never heard of a dump
closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off
into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage.
We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the
side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the
cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile
is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we
decided to throw our's down.
That's what we did, and drove back to the church, had a thanksgiving
dinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep and didn't get up until the
next morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie. He said, "Kid,
we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of
garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it." And
I said, "Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope
under that garbage."
After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone we
finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down
and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the
police officer's station. So we got in the red VW microbus with the
shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the
police officer's station.
Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at
the police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for
being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn't very likely, and
we didn't expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out
and told us never to be see driving garbage around the vicinity again,
which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer's station
there was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we was
both immediately arrested. Handcuffed. And I said "Obie, I don't think I
can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on." He said, "Shut up, kid.
Get in the back of the patrol car."
And that's what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the
quote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the town of
Stockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they got three stop
signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the
Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars,
being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to
get in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds of
cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer's station.
They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and
they took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles
and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each
one was to be used as evidence against us. Took pictures of the approach,
the getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that's not to
mention the aerial photography.
After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was going to put
us in the cell. Said, "Kid, I'm going to put you in the cell, I want your
wallet and your belt." And I said, "Obie, I can understand you wanting my
wallet so I don't have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you
want my belt for?" And he said, "Kid, we don't want any hangings." I
said, "Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?"
Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out the
toilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he took
out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars roll out the - roll the
toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape. Obie
was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice
(remember Alice? It's a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a few
nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back
to the church, had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat,
and didn't get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court.
We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten
colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back
of each one, sat down. Man came in said, "All rise." We all stood up,
and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he
sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the
twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows
and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog.
And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles
and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry,
'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American
blind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, and the
judge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each
one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. And
we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but thats not
what I came to tell you about.
Came to talk about the draft.
They got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street,
where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected,
neglected and selected. I went down to get my physical examination one
day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so
I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning. `Cause I wanted to
look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted
to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York,
and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all
kinds o' mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gave
me a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604."
And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I
wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and
guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,
KILL, KILL." And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and
he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down
yelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,
sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."
Didn't feel too good about it.
Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections,
detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doin' to me
at the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours, four
hours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nasty
ugly things and I was just having a tough time there, and they was
inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no
part untouched. Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the
last man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there,
and I walked up and said, "What do you want?" He said, "Kid, we only got
one question. Have you ever been arrested?"
And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice's Restaurant Massacre,
with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all
the phenome... - and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, did you ever
go to court?"
And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten
colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on
the back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, I want
you to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W .... NOW kid!!"
And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is, Group W's
where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after
committing your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly
looking people on the bench there. Mother rapers. Father stabbers. Father
rapers! Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me! And
they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on the
bench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest
father raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean 'n' ugly
'n' nasty 'n' horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to me
and said, "Kid, whad'ya get?" I said, "I didn't get nothing, I had to pay
$50 and pick up the garbage." He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?"
And I said, "Littering." And they all moved away from me on the bench
there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I
said, "And creating a nuisance." And they all came back, shook my hand,
and we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, mother stabbing,
father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the
bench. And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of
things, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it
up and said.
"Kids, this-piece-of-paper's-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna-
know-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-
you-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting-
officer's-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say", and talked for
forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had
fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there,
and I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it
down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the
pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the
other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on
the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the
following words:
("KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?")
I went over to the sargent, said, "Sargeant, you got a lot a damn gall to
ask me if I've rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I'm
sittin' here on the bench, I mean I'm sittin here on the Group W bench
'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough join the army, burn women,
kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug." He looked at me and
said, "Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send you fingerprints
off to Washington."
And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a
study in black and white of my fingerprints. And the only reason I'm
singing you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar
situation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in a
situation like that there's only one thing you can do and that's walk into
the shrink wherever you are ,just walk in say "Shrink, You can get
anything you want, at Alice's restaurant.". And walk out. You know, if
one person, just one person does it they may think he's really sick and
they won't take him. And if two people, two people do it, in harmony,
they may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them.
And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in
singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. They may think it's an
organization. And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I said
fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and
walking out. And friends they may thinks it's a movement.
And that's what it is , the Alice's Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement, and
all you got to do to join is sing it the next time it come's around on the
guitar.
With feeling. So we'll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and
sing it when it does. Here it comes.
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
That was horrible. If you want to end war and stuff you got to sing loud.
I've been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it
for another twenty five minutes. I'm not proud... or tired.
So we'll wait till it comes around again, and this time with four part
harmony and feeling.
We're just waitin' for it to come around is what we're doing.
All right now.
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Excepting Alice
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Da da da da da da da dum
At Alice's Restaurant
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Too many words... lol
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Very long song but a funny story if you ever heard it! Even if you draft number was only # 43 in 72!
But I'm a member of the real 4F club now...
77 280Z with SBC, 700R4, Vette C4 IRS W/11.5 rear disk, Centerlines 16x9.5 W/BF G 245x45ZR Comp T/A Rear and 15x7 Ft W/BF Goodrich Euro 225x15 on ft. Soon to have Coleman 12.2x1.25, x-drilled, zinc plated, Rotors W/Billet Outlaw 4000. Z U V8ter
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For the youngsters that don't want to read -
they actually made a feature length movie of the song.
Now you want wierd - I'm a Colonel in the Texas Army (1836) -
envision a camp of this period, folks in the clothing of 1836 sitting around a camp fire, me on upright bass, guitar player or two, banjo player, maybe a fiddle - and a ssorted drums from the fife and drum corps.
A blacksmith we know came up and sang all the words we couldn't remember to Alice's restaurant.
It started when we were singing " I don't wanna die - I just wanna drive my motor cy
cle"
(now sing it with feeling - like you just squashed a cop!)
There's just somethings a parent should never tell kids about their past)
Someday I'll tell the story of me confronting #1 & #2 sons about the marijuana cigarette I found in their room.
The Texas Army is a genuine official army of Texas - we carry real weapons and get our commissions from the Governor.
But - our camps have been known to be day camps for adult delinquents.
Our motto is: "Ab locis a expellimus" (We have been kicked out of better places than this ).
Many stories behind that.
Ed and Jeanne's
ZXelda 1981 280 ZXT: ZXena 1990 300 ZX
1941 Buick Special Sedanette (Betty)
1956 Dodge Royal (Dorothy)
1971 Buick Riviera (Rita)
1975 Ford F-150 Stepside (Fiona)
1992 Firebird (Frieda)
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More memories - 1969 I lost my student deferrment and was classed 1A -
first year of the lottery (for the draft) #317 - I don't gotta go!
1970 I started to volunteer - the hassel I had you wouldn't beleive.
A whole nuther story.
"During the sexual revolution - I was classified 4F" - Woody Allen
" I went to the draft board - I got classified 5G - in case of hostilities - I go over as a hostage" - someone I don't remember
Ed and Jeanne's
ZXelda 1981 280 ZXT: ZXena 1990 300 ZX
1941 Buick Special Sedanette (Betty)
1956 Dodge Royal (Dorothy)
1971 Buick Riviera (Rita)
1975 Ford F-150 Stepside (Fiona)
1992 Firebird (Frieda)
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No insurance and no safety inspection.
There are a LOT of Houston drivers that are equally irresponsible.
That says it all.
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yea for those who didnt experience the draft- it was kinda like waiting for your winning lottery numbers for the 50 million dollar lottery - only in reverse. spent a couple yrs sweating about the number game. the last year of the draft my number was in the mid 30's, but they didnt call me.
and i sure as hell didnt volunter. dont get me wrong i would be the first to take up arms and defend my country and have nothing but respect for the brave guys who did go to vietnam , who by the way got treated like **** by their own countrymen- but thats a whole nother story. political games make bad wars.
but back to the point- thanks for the words to the song (i read thru them twice) it brought back a ton of memories- i also have seen the movie a few times. the live version of Alices Resturant is great.
oh yea and i guess the moral is - gotta put that damn plate on the front of the car or theyll put you on the group W bench!!!!!!
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1980 280ZX coupe
2001 maxima
1994 F150 4x4 van works custom truck
170000 and never needed mech repairs
1996 ford explorer -they cant all be good
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Ok let's get this "irresponsibility" thing straight - car (92 Firebird) is a back up seldom driven - car had insurance but not a new card in the car - the other 7 vehicles also have ins. but I don't carry each one with me - they are usually in the car if I remember to put them in.
Inspection - what difference if I inspected 5 months before or that month? - the car passed - was in good shape - I don't like going to inspection, registration and what not several months apart.
Again what difference if the front plate is on the bumper or the windshield in plain sight.
The point is little technicallities of the law to fill city coffers.
As I said - if I notice you as I sideswipe you on the road I'll wave and say sorry. Now how much more responsible do you want?
Ed and Jeanne's
ZXelda 1981 280 ZXT: ZXena 1990 300 ZX
1941 Buick Special Sedanette (Betty)
1956 Dodge Royal (Dorothy)
1971 Buick Riviera (Rita)
1975 Ford F-150 Stepside (Fiona)
1992 Firebird (Frieda)
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WTF? You have to give your credit card to your insurance before they send a replacement card? Look, either you have insurance or you do not. Either the car is inspected or it is not. Either you put the front plate ON THE CAR as the law says or you do not.
IRRESPONSIBLE is not caring about the rules until you are cought.
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Hybrid77Z - otherwise your prob. a nice guy - but I do NOT want you on my jury!
I suppose you expect people to be honest on their income tax forms too?
BTW - it's not ILLEGAL until you're caught.
Sheesh - next thing you know you'll expect me to be awake and sober while driving.
I'm not asking for special treatment - all I want is the same consideration and accountability to the law as our Congressmen write in for themselves.
Now don't get me wrong - I think we have the best Government and Legal System that money can buy. I'm just broke paying for it.
Ed and Jeanne's
ZXelda 1981 280 ZXT: ZXena 1990 300 ZX
1941 Buick Special Sedanette (Betty)
1956 Dodge Royal (Dorothy)
1971 Buick Riviera (Rita)
1975 Ford F-150 Stepside (Fiona)
1992 Firebird (Frieda)
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"BTW - it's not ILLEGAL until you're caught."
Well,
That IS the definition of irresponsibility. You know the law yet still intentionally break it because (insert excuse here). You are not operating in a sense of community and responsibility.
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Posted by Hybrid:
"IRRESPONSIBLE is not caring about the rules until you are cought."
WRONG.
"irresponsible" is not caring about your actions that EFFECT others.If your actions do not effect anyone,they can not be irresponsible by defintion
Nothing erzelda did effected anyone but the government trying to fleece his wallet.
Faster than a Motorola
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"irresponsible" is not caring about your actions that EFFECT others."
I totally agree.
That is WHY driving without insurance is irresponsible.
Just because nothing bad hapened this time does not make it responsible to go driving without it.
If you own a car you are responsible for having it inspected and insured if you drive it on the road with OTHERS. Driving without that, by definition, is irresponsible.
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Sorry-no sale.Driving down the road w/o insurance effects no one.Except the insurance companies wallet.
What about basic coverage vs. comp & collision?An arguement could be made that having just state minmums is fiscally irresponsible.It's a bull$hit arguement.
Mandatory insurance & helmet laws are un-constitutional.But i digress.........
Faster than a Motorola
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"Driving down the road w/o insurance effects no one"
No, his "risk" of driving w/o insurance is now MY problem when we share the road. MY rates are higher BECAUSE people drive w/o mandated insurance. I have to pay more for MY insurance just to protect myself from YOU. Driving is always a risk and my insurance rates are DIRECTLY tied to the "risk" of the uninsured drivers on the road. If everyone was responsible and carried the mandated insurance, all of our rates would drop. YOU cost ME money.
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Just because YOU don't like hearing that you did something irresponsible does not change the fact that you did. It actually borders on stupidity because EVERYONE in Houston knows that the cops are cracking down on one-plate-wonders. Driving a car without insurance and without a current inspection is cop-bait and only a moron would drive a car like that and draw attention to himself by driving without a front plate these days. Compound that with blaming the new ticket format and then loosing the ticket and forgetting a court date and you ARE irresponsible. If you don't like hearing that, then start being responsible.
Surely you have ONE car in your vast fleet that is street legal. Blaming others for your choice to "joy ride" in an illegal one is YOUR fault. Calling a joy ride a "drastic economic necessity" is beyond pathetic.
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"Sheesh - next thing you know you'll expect me to be awake and sober while driving."
Hahahaha...oh man...I think something came out my nose...I gotta clean up
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1990 300zx NA
- Custom Exhaust
- JWT Pop Charger
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Hybrid77Z -
Enough is enough - BASTA! (in Italian)
You made your point - many many times and now that is my point.
I support your right to your opinion and your right to express that opinion even if contrary to mine.
The first and second time - fine you wanted to Make your point - it is and was noted.
I answered in a jovial, lighthearted and flipent manner to keep the thread friendly.
But you chose to hammer your point home about "irresposibility" so the third time is no longer friendly on your part. It is beyond right or priveledge -
It is and was taken as a direct INSULT to me.
You have now made this "irresponsible" point six or seven times now.
You have gone from concerned citizen and social consience to a compulsive picyune, petty dictator.
You are now compelled to drum into all of us your moral certitude. I'm not an old clinician put the old psycological term is anal retaintive.
You'er like an old nagging woman that has to have the last word and everyone agree.
If I want that kind of abuse I'll go home to my wife.
Reread the text - back-up car - insurance paper just not in the car - I left out the renewal of the car I would normally drive.
I left out the finnacial reasons of my wife's illness and her lack of job. I left out the fact that here in Houston every year a $400 + increase in property taxes due to false inflated housing prices.
My house is only worth something if I SELL it. I got a lousy 2% raise - and don't you dare tell a 55 year old with 20 years at one company to go find another job.
My utilites have jumped 300% - try getting a $150.00 electric bill in June and then $630.00 bill in July!
Will someone please stop playing that violin?!!!
Where was I?
Oh have I mentioned the busybody making annonymous complaints to the city on my cars that I can't afford to drive - I take the bus to work.
Or the tree it took me 10 years to over come my fear of hights to cut a treelimb to save my roof from the next storm - and the idiot City gives me a $230.00 ticket for the neatly stacked branches at the curb 6 Days before the heavy trash pick-up!
Hybrid - one person's "irresponsibity" may well be another person's drastic "economic necessity"!
Now Sir - unless you are going to contibute to help pay my mortgage, utilities, medicine, food, transportation and/or taxes? -
S.T.F.U.
Yours sincerely -
Ed and Jeanne's
ZXelda 1981 280 ZXT: ZXena 1990 300 ZX
1941 Buick Special Sedanette (Betty)
1956 Dodge Royal (Dorothy)
1971 Buick Riviera (Rita)
1975 Ford F-150 Stepside (Fiona)
1992 Firebird (Frieda)
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