The state recently spent $33 million dollars to build this new interchange in Oklahoma City, at Morgan Road. It is state of the art, as far as Interchanges go, and is so impressive, they are building a carbon-copy of it down south on I-35.
Morgan Road is a huge complex of truck-stops and a mix of other trucking related businesses, so expediting the traffic out of the area, is a top priority. One of the features that I really like are the new on-ramps onto Interstate 40. You have plenty of room to maneuver and exiting and entering is a breeze.
A far cry from what it used to be.
The other day I was in Oklahoma City doing some rat killing and after fulfilling my duties, I cut a swath for the goat farm. I hit the Interchange and came to the “yield” sign, and as I did not note any traffic, blew thru that and headed westbound. At this juncture the road is a well marked, two-lane, one slow lane, and one lane for entry into Interstate 40.
As I made the corner, I sort of drifted out immediately to the higher speed lane to hit the Interstate and head home. In my mirror, I noted a black car, and in my mind I thought to myself, “Man, I sure hope that aint a cop.”
Turns out it was, a genuine full-growed OHP (Oklahoma Highway Patrol). He lit me up and I put on my turn signal and hit the shoulder of the Interstate. He walks up to the truck, I roll down the window, and he asks for my lic. and proof of insurance. Which I provide with a smile.
The officer after checking me out then motions for me to come to the rear of the truck, which I do. He then informs me of why he stopped me (illegal lane change/no seat belt) and I say to him, “Hey? I know you.” He looks at me and says, “How do you know me?” and I reply, “I had a cup of coffee with you about a month ago at Banner Road, at the Shell Station.”
He nods his head in agreement, smiles and says, “Yeah. You are the guy with the bus.” And I smile (figuring I got it made in the shade, I often do that for no really good reason at all) and say, “Yup. That’s me.”
He then says, “You cut me off back there and you are not wearing a seat belt.” Which is kind of true and not so true. I did not cut him off, just kind of nosed ahead of him and I was wearing the belt, it was the “harness I was not wearing.” So I smiled and said, “Well hell, give me a ticket!” He looks at me and says, “I am gonna give you two!”
Now that is more than I bargained for and that was somewhat not expected.
Ended up getting a two-fer, one for the lane change and one for the seat belt. I got a warning on the lane change and it is $20 for the belt. I came home, wrote out a check for the fine, checked the box that said “guilty as hell” and like a sticky-tongue odd ball I am, licked it shut and walked it to the mailbox. Another $20 in fuel money down the chute.
Which is a lot cheaper than the ticket I got on the turnpike last year.
He stopped me and said, “Do you know why I stopped you?” and I replied, “Beats me. I don’t have any coffee or donuts.”
That will cost you $138.00 and some change.
Remember that the next time you are motoring thru our state. Some of our cops have a sense of humor and some don’t.