When Seconds Count, a Cop is Just Minutes Away
Last night was another object lesson in the uselessness of cops for other than random tax collecting and general harassment.
Traveling home on the Blue Ridge Parkway – where it seems there is always a cop available to ticket you for “speeding” – I came upon the scene of a motorcycle accident. I am still not sure exactly what happened – probably because for me the immediate concern was what to do about the injured cyclist.
There were three riders, one of them (a woman) having lost control or misjudged her line or maybe she swerved to avoid a deer or the bike had a mechanical failure. I still don’t know.
What was immediately obvious was the one rider was down and badly injured. Her companions could’t do anything more for her than call 911 – which they’d done about 10 minutes prior, apparently.
But no one appeared to be coming and time was of the essence, as it always in emergencies.
The woman’s friend and I decided further waiting was not in the woman’s best interests. We helped her into my car – and we took off to the hospital. On the way, I called a number the woman gave me – her family – and let them know who I was, what had happened and that she would be at the hospital in minutes.
Which she was.
I drove the Mustang press car like Rick in Walking Dead would.
Got there in less than 10 minutes.
I hope she’s ok.
I did not get her full name. I left after the emergency room people came out and got her inside.
I drove home the way I had come and came once again to the scene of the accident.
A cop was there now.
Probably trying to figure out whom to ticket. Making arrangements to have the wrecked bike – still there – impounded.
When seconds count… .
If collecting revenue and general harassment were not the primary activities of law enforcement (their favored term, let’s not forget) perhaps they’d be more available to help people actually hurt as opposed to laws affronted.
But then, there’s no money (or power) in that.
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