Originally Posted by StillwaterTownie
My experience on I-35 with county cops was even worse than sberdrow.
One Saturday night several years ago was a hellish nightmare and a half for me to get through. No one should have to go through this following ordeal without better justification. Hold on, it's a long story.
I was driving on my way to visit in OKC on I-35 late one Sat. evening when
I was stopped by two Logan County cops. The two fat bubbas didn't like it because I was doing 74 mph and driving left of center. I was asked, and denied drinking as well as a search of my car. They put me through sobriety tests, which I failed, especially, the follow tip of the pin part. Those tests may be easy to perform in the comfort of your home, but try them with the cops on the shoulder of I-35 while you're shaky and nervous along with a cold north wind blowing. I got arrested and handcuffed. While I watched from the back seat of their patrol car, the cops searched my car, including the trunk.
When finished, one cop radioed for drug drugs because he found a marijuana seed on the floor board. But no dogs were available. I was dumbfounded. I never had any marijuana in my car and the very few people in my car since I last vacumed it out never let me on if they messed with it. With Oklahoma cops known to dismantle vehicles over a signal from a dog, I was sure glad about no doggie.
It was useless to argue, but I tried to briefly, anyway. I asked the
cop if he ever heard of driver fatigue. He shot back that 86% of people who
fail sobriety tests are DUI. He told me while maybe it wasn't alcohol, I was
driving under the influence of some kind of intoxicants, for sure. He had noted
my red eyes, but sometimes they get dry and irritated.
Next, the wrecker came to get my car, and I was off with the cops to the Guthrie hospital to get 4 vials of blood drawn to get tested. I asked why a breathalyzer wasn't being used. Results would be much faster. I was told it wasn't in working order.
Next, it was off to the courthouse to get booked. The bail bondsman I called wasn't available, so left him a message. The guy booking me in also wore a dispatcher's hat. It was busy for a Saturday night, so I had to sit on a wooden bench for nearly 4 hours before things eased so the dispatcher could take me to the jail closet to get changed and issued a mat and blanket. At least, the dispatcher didn't feel fit to use the handcuffs on the bench on me. It was now 3 AM, and I was finally escorted into jail. It was like a party going on. A radio was blaring out rock from KATT while a bunch of guys were playing cards. One of the card players told me it's standing room only. That meant no bunk space left. He pointed to a place on the floor by the wall where I could lay my mat.
I sat on my mat and sized up the situation. Logan County Jail is very old, a literal rat hole. With the noise from cards slapping and the music, I knew I wasn't going to be
able to doze off, even though tired. Didn't dare to, anyway, in such a
unfamiliar environment. Besides, I soon realized more loud noise was coming
from a occasional flushing toilet. Yeah, it would be my luck; they would put
me not far from the toilet. (I later learned I could have been directed to a lot worse corner. ) I looked on the wall immediately next to me to see
what was marked on it and thought, "oh, Jesus." It was a large, well done
drawing depicting Jesus. That was nice and feeling consoled, I shifted my gaze over to a corner wall lined with some holes and spotted quite a strange sight prompting me to think "oh, Jesus", again. Making a sudden appearance, a black rat crawled out of one of the holes, looked around, and jumped back in the hole in the wall. Oh, well, I heard of rats in jails and wasn't overly surprised. I was tired. I didn't want to see any more "oh, Jesus" sights and feeling rather cold, too, it felt better to just lay down and cover up with the white blanket, using the palm of my hand as a pillow. It admittedly felt more comfortable than that hard wooden bench.
The card game and radio quit, but a TV was going somewhere,
but it was quieter. Time all too slowly passed before someone said breakfast
was about ready. I followed over where the guys were gathered, waiting for it.
Boredom from waiting on breakfast was lessened from hearing a couple of Guthrie guys comparing notes about the women they mutually knew and joking about them. One guy leering at me from his bunk bed kinda made me nervous, though. I heard my name called and walked up to the jail bars to get handed a plate. I returned to my mat with it. It consisted of two slices of sausage, scrambled eggs with no seasoning, and two biscuits with jelly. I wasn't in the mood to eat much of it. The jail talk turned to the sausage and biscuits, and if anyone wanted to give away theirs. In response, one guy said, "I got a sausage you can have, and it's a big one." It drew no response. And I thought, you can talk like that around here without getting punched?
After breakfast the jail trustee went
around handing out cigarettes to everyone. I declined, and thought how ironic
a cop would get excited over a marijuana seed in my car while in a place like
this, the drug of nicotine is freely handed out. Soon heard someone say
church services were about to start. Many of the guys headed to the front for
it. I stayed put. I didn't feel desperate for it since I'm already saved. A
real loud, shouting preacher began his sermon with organ music in the
background. I decided to go to the front, after all, to see how it was going.
I find loud preachers rather amusing, but it was crowded and couldn't see a
bucket or anything else to sit on, so went back to my mat. The preacher was so loud I could hear much of his sermon, anyway. It was something else, though, when the preacher arrived to the word "forever" in his sermon in reference to that going to Hell was about. He yelled out that word with so much sudden, heavy emphasis at the top of his lungs, it almost made my ears hurt. He made reference to the people in the back of the jail where I was, so guess he wanted to make sure he was reaching them, too.
The
sermon ended and with nothing going on, I was getting anxious. I didn't want
to try handling being confined in this rathole much longer. Finally, at around
10 AM, I heard my named called out from the jail door. It was my bondsman who came to help set me free. He was kind enough to drive me to an ATM, so I could give him $175.00 for the bond, and then drove me to the wrecker service, so I could get my car and return home. Quite a Godsend, he was.
Returning back to the courthouse, Monday, for my court arraignment there
were only 2 counts against me--DUI and driving left of center. Speeding was
gone. I plead not guilty.
To conclude, I got with a lawyer who was once a former state senator and unsuccessful Democrat candidate for governor. My blood test came back negative and my lawyer took care of everything else for me. Never had to go back to the judge or got any tickets. All charges dismissed. The unjust experience I went thru along with the $750 lawyer fee and $125 wrecker fee was more than enough punishment, though.
So be very careful when passing through Logan County.
Your body being drug and alcohol free is no sure sign you're safe from the fat
bubbas wanting to arrest ya. Remember the breathalyzer machine may not be working, or so they say. If arrested, you may very well see Jesus in some countyJail, but in there I can still hear some poor young kid crying out "f*** this place", and that that big black rat may still be in there, too!
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