slimvictor
Bluelight Crew
The big-city gal had just spent her Friday night in the Twiggs County jail.
Saturday morning found her out on bail, on the phone with the tow-truck folks who’d hauled her car to wherever they haul cars in, at least in her eyes, this God-knows-where Podunk.
At dusk the evening before, she and three passengers heading east in a late-model Dodge Charger bearing Massachusetts plates, a rental from up Atlanta way, had, for reasons known only to them, pulled off Interstate 16 at a sleepy exit that is home to farmland, a Baptist church and a cemetery, but nary a store or street light.
It is a good bet that their choice of off-ramp had been influenced by the flashing signs near the exit that declared, “License Check” and “DUI Checkpoint Ahead.” That and perhaps the 2 pounds of marijuana in their trunk.
They probably figured they’d hop off the freeway, hit some in-the-sticks highway for a few miles and jump back on the main road, in the process bypassing a potentially unpleasant encounter with the cops.
Little did they know, even though there were orange road-work barrels funneling interstate traffic to a single lane, and a pair of patrol cars with strobes blazing beyond the overpass ahead, the barrels were for an actual construction zone and the police cars were empty. The real checkpoint was at the top of the doglegged off-ramp. The cops were waiting around a bend in the exit, invisible until it was too late to turn back.
Read more: http://www.macon.com/2011/03/27/1502741/when-youre-had-youre-had-how-a.html#ixzz1IB7vtn9s
Saturday morning found her out on bail, on the phone with the tow-truck folks who’d hauled her car to wherever they haul cars in, at least in her eyes, this God-knows-where Podunk.
At dusk the evening before, she and three passengers heading east in a late-model Dodge Charger bearing Massachusetts plates, a rental from up Atlanta way, had, for reasons known only to them, pulled off Interstate 16 at a sleepy exit that is home to farmland, a Baptist church and a cemetery, but nary a store or street light.
It is a good bet that their choice of off-ramp had been influenced by the flashing signs near the exit that declared, “License Check” and “DUI Checkpoint Ahead.” That and perhaps the 2 pounds of marijuana in their trunk.
They probably figured they’d hop off the freeway, hit some in-the-sticks highway for a few miles and jump back on the main road, in the process bypassing a potentially unpleasant encounter with the cops.
Little did they know, even though there were orange road-work barrels funneling interstate traffic to a single lane, and a pair of patrol cars with strobes blazing beyond the overpass ahead, the barrels were for an actual construction zone and the police cars were empty. The real checkpoint was at the top of the doglegged off-ramp. The cops were waiting around a bend in the exit, invisible until it was too late to turn back.
Read more: http://www.macon.com/2011/03/27/1502741/when-youre-had-youre-had-how-a.html#ixzz1IB7vtn9s

