Drivers for Clayton officials avoid fines

Cars driven for two Clayton County officials — Sheriff Victor Hill and Commission Chairman Eldrin Bell — were pulled over for speeding this month, but the drivers rolled away with warnings.

Hill's 1995 Jaguar was traveling 22 mph over the posted 45 mph limit. Hill's driver, plainclothes deputy Paco Perez, was behind the wheel when a Clayton police officer made the stop Feb. 5 on Tara Boulevard.

Bell's county-owned car was going 29 mph over the 55 mph limit. The driver was Chris Windley, Clayton's director of special services. The stop was made on Ga. 19-41 in Hampton.

Why didn't the police write tickets? It could have cost Bell's driver $315 in fines, Hill's $126.50.

Hampton police Chief Bud Smith said the officer who stopped Bell, Shannon Brady, acted out of discretionary courtesy. Brady didn't write a report and police aren't sure if the stop happened Feb. 5 or 6.

"Sometimes giving a warning does a whole lot more good than giving a citation because the whole purpose is to slow people down," Smith said. "Giving a ticket usually just makes people mad."

Bell, a back-seat passenger, said he didn't hear the conversation between the driver and the officer and declined further comment.

Hill, seated beside Perez, was on the phone and said he did not know how fast he was driving.

Hill's car also had an outdated tag for state House members. Hill was elected to represent District 81 in 2002 and served one term. He said he showed the officer a valid tag inside the car.
I could have bolded the whole damn thing.

to lighten your mood, an excerpt from a good movie:

Shit!!
Fletcher pulls over. A POLICE OFFICER strolls up.
POLICE OFFICER
Do you know why I stopped you?
FLETCHER
Depends on how long you were
following me.
POLICE OFFICER
Why don't we take it from the
top.
FLETCHER
• (in agony)
Here goes -- I didn't fasten
my seatbelt, I didn't glance
in my rearview mirror, I
didn't signal when I pulled
away from the curb, I sped, I
followed too closely, I ran a
stop sign, I almost hit :a
Chevy Camaro, I almost hit a
geezer, I sped some more, I
failed to yield at a
crosswalk, I changed lanes in
the intersection, I changed
lanes without signalling, and
I changed lanes in the
intersection-without
signalling while running a red
light and speeding.
A long moment.
POLICE OFFICER
May I see your driver's
license?
FLETCHER
No.
POLICE OFFICER
And why is that?
FLETCHER
It's in my other pants.
POLICE OFFICER
I see. And where are your •
other pants?
FLETCHER
Hanging from my boss's
credenza.
POLICE OFFICER
Do you expect me to believe
that?
FLETCHER
No.
POLICE OFFICER
Do you think I'm an idiot?
FLETCHER
Yes -- but that's beside the
point! My license actually is
in my other pants, and they
actually were hanging from a
credenzaJ I wouldn't lie to
you! I mean, I would if I
could, but I can't!
POLICE OFFICER
I see. So you ..have no reason
to try and hide your license
from me?
FLETCHER
I didn't say that. I have
other reasons. Seventeen
reasons, to be precise.
(begrudgingly,
off the
officer's look)
Unpaid parking tickets.
(beseechingly)
Be gentle.

i'v got no inclination to read all of that

Wow. Clayton County is the place to be if you're a crroked politician...

Just once, I'd like to hear...

Son, in this case, I really think a warning is going to do you more good than writing a citation. You're a fine upstanding speeder in this community, and, well, we here at the Clayton County Po-Po don't want to make you mad."

:rofl

Just once, I'd like to hear...



:rofl
instead of "What the hell is your problem boy? Did you wake up this morning and think, hey I wanna go to jail t'night?"

Wow. Clayton County is the place to be if you're a crroked politician...
I thought that was every county???

Clayton more than some, lately. :rolleyes

Just watching the crap-o-la going on down there in the last few weeks has made me decide that my days of just driving through there - never mind taking any business there - are fricking done. :shifty

instead of "What the hell is your problem boy? Did you wake up this morning and think, hey I wanna go to jail t'night?"
No shit. I've heard some stuff in my day. I'm old, I moved from Miami to when Atlanta was still rural. I mean, I-85 was 2 lanes, Gwinnett Place mall was a forest, there was nothing on either side of Pleasant Hill Road, 400 did not exist, and Holcomb Bridge road was 2 lanes and did not connect to Jimmy Carter. The cops were freaking HICKS. They still are, but, man, in the mid 80's they were even scarier, if that even seems possible.

Once we were at this construction site and they had built this HUGE pit and were burning all the trees so they could build a really nice subdivision without any trees in it. Well, we were all on LSD, about 10 of us. We thought we had found the entrance to hell, so, naturally we were intrigued. We started walking towards the "gates of hell" until we noticed our eyebrows were gonna melt, even though we were like 100 yards aways. I was a cross dresser back then (part of my punk'em and shock'em phase I guess) and we were heading back from the fire and we noticed all these "super cool" looking lights playing in the smoky haze from the fire. Nice reds, blues. Wait! It's the freaking man! Quick everyone hide! So we hide, I'm like gotta get out of this damn skirt or I'm gonna get an ass whoopin' from the man. We were basically hiding in the middle of the road, so we were pretty easy to find when they rolled up on us. :rolleyes

Anyhow, we were like, hi, no vandalizing, just checking out the fire. They were like who's driving? I swear, instantly you had 10 people pointing at 10 people super clown style. He is. He is. He is. He is. Ok quit the games, who's driving? Since were had not started drinking yet, were were only on a bunch of LSD there was no "alcohol" problem. These days, if your pupils are larger than your whole eye, the cops will get suspicious. Back then, no problem. Ok, ya'll drive safe.

That's just a funny story, there's plenty more where they were just TOTAL dikks.

We thought we had found the entrance to hell, so, naturally we were intrigued.
:lol :lol :lol

"Hey look, that must be hell!

"Dude! Let's go in!"

:rofl

The driver was Chris Windley, Clayton's director of special services.

Wow! Another Windley!

Not too many Windleys so this was big news to me.

No shit. I've heard some stuff in my day. I'm old, I moved from Miami to when Atlanta was still rural. I mean, I-85 was 2 lanes, Gwinnett Place mall was a forest, there was nothing on either side of Pleasant Hill Road, 400 did not exist, and Holcomb Bridge road was 2 lanes and did not connect to Jimmy Carter. The cops were freaking HICKS. They still are, but, man, in the mid 80's they were even scarier, if that even seems possible.

Once we were at this construction site and they had built this HUGE pit and were burning all the trees so they could build a really nice subdivision without any trees in it. Well, we were all on LSD, about 10 of us. We thought we had found the entrance to hell, so, naturally we were intrigued. We started walking towards the "gates of hell" until we noticed our eyebrows were gonna melt, even though we were like 100 yards aways. I was a cross dresser back then (part of my punk'em and shock'em phase I guess) and we were heading back from the fire and we noticed all these "super cool" looking lights playing in the smoky haze from the fire. Nice reds, blues. Wait! It's the freaking man! Quick everyone hide! So we hide, I'm like gotta get out of this damn skirt or I'm gonna get an ass whoopin' from the man. We were basically hiding in the middle of the road, so we were pretty easy to find when they rolled up on us. :rolleyes

Anyhow, we were like, hi, no vandalizing, just checking out the fire. They were like who's driving? I swear, instantly you had 10 people pointing at 10 people super clown style. He is. He is. He is. He is. Ok quit the games, who's driving? Since were had not started drinking yet, were were only on a bunch of LSD there was no "alcohol" problem. These days, if your pupils are larger than your whole eye, the cops will get suspicious. Back then, no problem. Ok, ya'll drive safe.

That's just a funny story, there's plenty more where they were just TOTAL dikks.
LMFAO

Nice write-up. I hear Hunter S Thompson's people are hiring.

I lived in Atlanta during the same era. I didn't cross dress, but I was doing a Goth/metal/punk thing every other Friday.

I used to ride dirt bikes off Jimmy Carter & 78. It's crazy how different things are now. I worked on a photo shoot at Ferrari of Atlanta last year. We stayed at the art director's house in Roswell, and I figured we could make it to the old location in 20 or 30 minutes no problem.

It took an hour and a half to drive 30 miles.

No shit. I've heard some stuff in my day. I'm old, I moved from Miami to when Atlanta was still rural. I mean, I-85 was 2 lanes, Gwinnett Place mall was a forest, there was nothing on either side of Pleasant Hill Road, 400 did not exist, and Holcomb Bridge road was 2 lanes and did not connect to Jimmy Carter. The cops were freaking HICKS. They still are, but, man, in the mid 80's they were even scarier, if that even seems possible.

Once we were at this construction site and they had built this HUGE pit and were burning all the trees so they could build a really nice subdivision without any trees in it. Well, we were all on LSD, about 10 of us. We thought we had found the entrance to hell, so, naturally we were intrigued. We started walking towards the "gates of hell" until we noticed our eyebrows were gonna melt, even though we were like 100 yards aways. I was a cross dresser back then (part of my punk'em and shock'em phase I guess) and we were heading back from the fire and we noticed all these "super cool" looking lights playing in the smoky haze from the fire. Nice reds, blues. Wait! It's the freaking man! Quick everyone hide! So we hide, I'm like gotta get out of this damn skirt or I'm gonna get an ass whoopin' from the man. We were basically hiding in the middle of the road, so we were pretty easy to find when they rolled up on us. :rolleyes

Anyhow, we were like, hi, no vandalizing, just checking out the fire. They were like who's driving? I swear, instantly you had 10 people pointing at 10 people super clown style. He is. He is. He is. He is. Ok quit the games, who's driving? Since were had not started drinking yet, were were only on a bunch of LSD there was no "alcohol" problem. These days, if your pupils are larger than your whole eye, the cops will get suspicious. Back then, no problem. Ok, ya'll drive safe.

That's just a funny story, there's plenty more where they were just TOTAL dikks.
:rofl :rofl

LSD and Cross-dressing? Thats the funniest post I've read since KoreanKiwi left!