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A bit of a good story to partially stem all the bad in this world.
Thursday night, I'm driving down from Louisville to home in Tn. Late, but instead of stay the night, I want to beat the race traffic.
It's been raining, and it's foggy, and I'm driving a set of secondary highways through the Cumberland Gap in what I am sure is some amazing scenery on a clear day.
Come off one mtn a little past the Kentucky border into Virginia, and my right headlight goes.
10 minutes later, a Jonesville deputy has the rollers on behind me.
It's 3 a.m. The world is crazy. Your mind can't help but think of all the ways a simple stop can go wrong.
I pull into the first well-lit parking lot I find in their sleepy little town, put on the dome light, and hold the wheel at 10 and 2 until he taps on my window.
"You've got a headlight out"
"I know - it literally went out 10 minutes ago coming off that last mountain".
"License and registration" he asks.
I hand him my license and my CCW, telling him I am carrying, and it is in the door pocket, and that my registration is the glove box, and it's a mess in there, so it may take some looking.
He thanks me for letting me know re. the pistol, and tells me to take my time finding the registration.
I hand it to him, and he asks if he can take the gun from the car and put it on my roof while he calls everything in.
I know it's not a requirement, but I don't want a hassle. So I tell him sure and "Would you like to get it yourself? It's in the door-pocket, a round in the chamber, and the safety is on."
He agrees, I open the door for him, and he takes the piece and puts it on my car roof while he returns to his car.
A few minutes later, he comes back, says everything checks out, puts my pistol back in the door, and says to be sure I get the headlight fixed.
Then he says something really nice and unnecessary:
"It was a pleasure meeting you."
I presume it was because I was calm, courteous and let him know everything I was doing so there were no surprises.
But I appreciate that he repaid my respect.
Chris Rock will not steer you wrong when it comes to dealing with the police, it doesn't matter what your skin tone is.