Monday, December 19, 2005

The Epic Saga of the Unjust Ticket (Chapter Five and Conclusion) or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Courts

It has been two and a half months since a near-sighted cop made a (bad) snap decision to pull over a red subaru on a rural Lindon road. And for two and a half months its driver has sought justice. Today his struggle ended. There is no more to be done. The courts have made their decision and it must stand regardless of the opinions of the Lindon City Police, the defendant (that's me), or anyone else. Has Justice been served? Each person reading must decide for him or herself.

How did it end? Gather round and I shall tell you.

Lindon Justice Court was in session at 9:00 am. I was early, the first one in the courtroom. As the proceedings began I noticedthe prosecutor coming in and out of the courtroom escorting people out one at a time. These were people meeting for their pretrial, like me. My turn came. I remembered back to practicing my meltdown stare in the mirror this morning. I was going for a "Shane" type of persona. You know, honest, self-assured, fearless. Rather than sitting down in any sort of office as I expected, we stood in the hallway and he explained that the officer had not answered any of his calls or emails. "Let's hear your side of things." Ok. I explain to him essentially what I told you in earlier posts, except with much more professional language. I casually (but intentionally) mentioned that I had taken photos of the street.

He asked to see them. Crap! What do I do? Do I show him my evidence so he can prepare to shoot it down in a trial? I take a chance. "They're in my car. I'll be right back." Crap, is this a good idea? I bring them in. While he looks at them, I mention that this is a 5 megapixel camera, and these shots can be made into the size of a cereal box before they become pixelated.

His response was surprising. "I'll tell you what. I'll drive out to the address on the ticket. If the line is dotted, I'll ask the court to dismiss the case. If its not, I'll schedule a trial" Wow. Cool. He's calling my bluff, except I am not bluffing! I mean, woohoo! We go in and he tells the judge. I leave.

Did that just happen? I hoped he didn't go to the wrong address or look at the wrong part of the road or anything. Well that was last Monday. Today in the mail I got a document which said my case had been dismissed.

HOORAY! I WIN! As my friend John Christensen would say, "You gotta have faith in the system."

It has been a long journey my friends. I would like dedicate my victory to my brother English, who suggested I fight this ticket, my home teacher, who gave me some tips for trials, my uncle Cy, a state prosecutor, for arming with knowledge and bureaucratic paperwork that I would have used had this thing gone to trial, and finally, to the prosecutor, who was after the truth and not a broke college student's textbook money.

And thank you, loyal reader, for joining me on my quest. We laughed together. We cried together. Together we wondered why Lindon Justice Court has a hitching post for horses. And in the end, we were victorious. We came, we saw, we didn't pay. Then we stopped at DI afterwards to celebrate. Thank you. Amen.


randles said...


Michelle 2021 said...

This is cool.
I'm happy you did not have to pay.
Unlike school.
It's like 3 traffic tickets a day.

ruiseƱor said...

Way to work the system.

As I drove past an elementary school yesterday, I rolled down the window and said, "Why don'tcha graduate??"

Thank you for that.

Creativity Escapes Me said...

His name is TR and now you know the rest of the story.

jeremy said...

And the citizens rejoiced - yeayyyy.

An American Schmuck in London said...

Justice is served and Prince Valiant rejoices!

les schwab said...

felicidades guey! I'm truly delighted, my faith in legal humanity incrementally restored, at least in the local Lindon sense. Don't forget to also thank John Nuttall, who suggested the initial recursive course of action. Most importantly we, your humble readers, thank YOU for giving us hope in this post holiday season when the cheer tends to trickle and the volley of ice cubes begins. that is unless you're in Baja. have fun and fish (the kind w/ faces)