I stuck my tongue out at the rear-view mirror; it wasn’t black like it should have been. I was only slightly disappointed. I’d found the licorice boot laces (they were more like ribbon cable than the knotted boot laces I remember from junior school) in, of all places the aquarium shop, and I was well pleased. The car in front of me pulled onto Harare Drive from Drew Road and was immediately pulled over by the police standing under the trees showing off their bright yellow traffic armbands. I made a show of stopping longer than necessary by the stop sign and then turned left as another car opposite me turned right and pushed ahead of me. I muttered a curse and then another as a policeman pulled me over.
“Who had right of way at that intersection?”
“I did because he was cutting across the line of traffic” I replied wondering if this was my provisional licence test over again.
“But he was already in the intersection”.
“How do you know where the intersection is if there are no white lines marking it?”. I was not going to be bullied in this one.
“But you did not stop at the stop sign”. A change of direction, if you will.
“Yes I did, you were not watching”
“I need to see your licence”.
I passed it over knowing that I could not now just drive off.
“If you want to challenge this then we will have to go to court”.
“No problem”. Now I was committed.
“I will go and get an officer to come with you to the traffic centre”. He was giving me a chance to back out and pay a fine.
“Please do”. I dug in my heels and he wandered off to his colleagues.
I really was prepared to go to court over this. Whilst I was not at all sure if the white line was necessary I thought I could at least get a story out of this and if I really dug in I could call his bluff as I was pretty sure he did not want to go to court and answer awkward questions. I phoned my insurance broker to see if he knew and watched the cops in the rear view mirror. Trevor couldn’t help so I settled down to wait. The police were chatting amongst themselves, wasting my time – I suspected. Finally another strolled over.
“What happened there, why didn’t you stop behind the stop sign?”
“I did. I could see you here with your yellow arm bands. Why would I not stop? I know this is your favorite spot. You need to hide a bit better”.
He seemed to find this hugely funny.
“Here is your licence, you can go” he said, passing it over.
“While you are here”, I replied as he turned to go, “what about the white lines, aren’t there supposed to be white lines?”
“Yes, there are. But they are difficult to find in Zimbabwe these days”.
Notes on dealing with the police in these situations:
– always be polite
– never lose your cool
– be committed!
– know your rights.
Stop signs are there to tell you to stop. The solid white line marks where you have to stop not the sign. The white line MUST be there!
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9 05 2013I stuck my tongue out at the rear-view mirror; it wasn’t black like it should have been. I was only slightly disappointed. I’d found the licorice boot laces (they were more like ribbon cable than the knotted boot laces I remember from junior school) in, of all places the aquarium shop, and I was well pleased. The car in front of me pulled onto Harare Drive from Drew Road and was immediately pulled over by the police standing under the trees showing off their bright yellow traffic armbands. I made a show of stopping longer than necessary by the stop sign and then turned left as another car opposite me turned right and pushed ahead of me. I muttered a curse and then another as a policeman pulled me over.
“Who had right of way at that intersection?”
“I did because he was cutting across the line of traffic” I replied wondering if this was my provisional licence test over again.
“But he was already in the intersection”.
“How do you know where the intersection is if there are no white lines marking it?”. I was not going to be bullied in this one.
“But you did not stop at the stop sign”. A change of direction, if you will.
“Yes I did, you were not watching”
“I need to see your licence”.
I passed it over knowing that I could not now just drive off.
“If you want to challenge this then we will have to go to court”.
“No problem”. Now I was committed.
“I will go and get an officer to come with you to the traffic centre”. He was giving me a chance to back out and pay a fine.
“Please do”. I dug in my heels and he wandered off to his colleagues.
I really was prepared to go to court over this. Whilst I was not at all sure if the white line was necessary I thought I could at least get a story out of this and if I really dug in I could call his bluff as I was pretty sure he did not want to go to court and answer awkward questions. I phoned my insurance broker to see if he knew and watched the cops in the rear view mirror. Trevor couldn’t help so I settled down to wait. The police were chatting amongst themselves, wasting my time – I suspected. Finally another strolled over.
“What happened there, why didn’t you stop behind the stop sign?”
“I did. I could see you here with your yellow arm bands. Why would I not stop? I know this is your favorite spot. You need to hide a bit better”.
He seemed to find this hugely funny.
“Here is your licence, you can go” he said, passing it over.
“While you are here”, I replied as he turned to go, “what about the white lines, aren’t there supposed to be white lines?”
“Yes, there are. But they are difficult to find in Zimbabwe these days”.
Notes on dealing with the police in these situations:
– always be polite
– never lose your cool
– be committed!
– know your rights.
Stop signs are there to tell you to stop. The solid white line marks where you have to stop not the sign. The white line MUST be there!
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