Highway Patrol Quotes

But when the crowd caught sight of the murderers, with their escort of blue-coated highway patrol-men, it fell silent, as though amazed to find them humanly shaped.

If it was the Border Patrol’s job to apprehend lawbreakers, it was equally their duty to save the lost and the dying.

his favorite cop show of all time. Highway Patrol,

Beneath the red crosses was another insignia: CHP. California Highway Patrol. They were State Troopers.

Uh, Miss Carlson," I said, standing at her desk after everybody else had gone on to their next class, "somebody told me you went to that guy's funeral the one the highway patrol shot." "Yes," SHe said. "I did." She didn't look like she was mad at me about it. She had real long eyelashes. I bet she was good-looking when she was young. "Was he a relative or something?" That was what I was afraid of. "No. Not even a friend really." She paused, like she was hunting for the right words. Finally she said, "I read a book once that ended with the words 'the incommunicable past' You can only share the past with someone who's shared it with you. So I can't explain to you what Mark was to me, exactly. I knew him a long time ago.

She had wanted the pain to stop. The heart-hurt. She slept her way into death, only waking when the highway patrol found her body. She was cold, rigid, frozen, when they found her. Someone like that, said the patrolwoman. You'd think she had everything to live for. She tried to speak, to tell them that that was what made the pain unbearable but, like someone caught in a bad dream, she could not make herself heard. She screamed, and no sound came out. She watched as they took her body away. She sat by the side of the road, in the snow, all bodiless and afraid, waiting for the happiness to start.

Suicide attempts at the Empire State Building are rare, but the same unfortunately cannot be said about the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, the most popular such site in the United States. (The Nanjing Yangtze River Bridge in China is widely regarded as the world’s most popular suicide bridge, and the Golden Gate Bridge is number two.) We don’t know, officially, how many people have taken their lives there because when the number hit 997, authorities stopped counting to avoid giving anyone the incentive of being jumper number 1,000. Whatever the number is, it could have been much higher. In 1994, California Highway Patrol Sergeant Kevin Briggs was assigned to patrol the bridge. Since then, he’s managed to talk an estimated 200 people out of jumping.

Sam Temple was taken by helicopter to a hospital in Los Angeles, where there were specialists there in burn injuries. He wasn’t consulted: he was found on his knees, obviously in shock, extensively burned. EMTs took over. Astrid Ellison was taken to a hospital in Santa Barbara, as was Diana Ladris. Other kids were shared out among half a dozen hospitals. Some specialized in plastic surgery, others in the effects of starvation. Over the next week all were seen by psychiatrists once their immediate physical injuries were addressed. Lots of psychiatrists. And when they weren’t being seen by psychiatrists, they were being seen by FBI agents, and California Highway Patrol investigators, and lawyers from the district attorney’s office. The consensus seemed to be that a number of the Perdido survivors, as they were now known, would be prosecuted for crimes ranging from simple assault to murder. First on that list was Sam Temple.

Wren was discovered in the flashing lights of a patrol car two years later, walking along the side of a highway. The soles of her shoes were as worn as if she'd danced through them, her clothing was stiff with sea salt, and scars marred the skin of her wrists and cheeks.

Getting bodies,” in Border Patrol lingo, didn’t necessarily mean collecting corpses. Bodies were living people. “Bodies” was one of the many names for them. Illegal aliens, dying of thirst more often than not, are called “wets” by agents. “Five wets” might have slipped out. “Wets” are also called “tonks,” but the Border Patrol tries hard to keep that bon mot from civilians. It’s a nasty habit in the ranks. Only a fellow border cop could appreciate the humor of calling people a name based on the stark sound of a flashlight breaking over a human head.

But think back to those statistics from North Carolina. If you go from 400,000 traffic stops in one year to 800,000 seven years later, does that sound like focused and concentrated policing? Or does that sound like the North Carolina State Highway Patrol hired a lot more police officers and told everyone, everywhere, to pull over a lot more motorists? The lesson the law-enforcement community took from Kansas City was that preventive patrol worked if it was more aggressive. But the part they missed was that aggressive patrol was supposed to be confined to places where crime was concentrated. Kansas City had been a coupling experiment.

two Florida Highway Patrol cars and a third, black car pulled up in front of the house, and several white men emerged, among them the deputies Campbell and Yates. “Where is the guy that was with you last night?” Yates asked Shepherd, and what began with that question led to the beatings he and Irvin endured on the deserted clay road outside of Groveland. “They must have beat us about a half hour,” Shepherd told the lawyers, who were at once riveted and appalled by his testimony. After the beating, he and Irvin were shoved back into the patrol car. Irvin’s shirt was drenched in blood, and when he reached his hand up to his head he felt “a big chunk knocked out of it.” A patrolman told them to scoot up to the edge of the seat so their blood wouldn’t drip onto the upholstery.

FOXFIRE NEVER SAYS NEVER! By the time the kidnapped turquoise-and-chrome car overturns--turns and turns and turns!--in a snow-drifted field north of Tydeman's Corners Legs Sadovsky will have driven eleven miles from Eddy's Smoke Shop on Fairfax Avenue, six wild miles with the Highway Patrol cop in pursuit bearing up swiftly when the highway is clear and the girls are hysterical with excitement squealing and clutching one another thrown from side to side as Legs grimaces sighting the bridge ahead, it's one of those old-fashioned nightmare bridges with a steep narrow ramp, narrow floor made of planks but there's no time for hesitation Legs isn't going to use the brakes, she's shrewd, reasoning too that the cop will have to slow down, the fucker'll be cautious thus she'll have several seconds advantage won't she?--several seconds can make quite a difference in a contest like this so the Buick's rushing up the ramp, onto the bridge, the front wheels strike and spin and seem at first to be lifting in decorous surprise Oh! oh but astonishingly the car holds, it's a heavy machine of power that seems almost intelligent until flying off the bridge hitting a patch of slick part-melted ice the car swerves, now the rear wheels appear to be lifting, there's a moment when all effort ceases, all gravity ceases, the Buick a vessel of screams as it lifts, floats, it's being flung into space how weightless! Maddy's eyes are open now, she'll remember all her life this Now, now how without consequence! as the car hits the earth again, yet rebounds as if still weightless, turning, spinning, a machine bearing flesh, bones, girls' breaths plunging and sliding and rolling and skittering like a giant hard-shelled insect on its back, now righting itself again, now again on its back, crunching hard, snow shooting through the broken windows and the roof collapsing inward as if crushed by a giant hand upside-down and the motor still gunning as if it's frantic to escape, they're buried in a cocoon of bluish white and there's a sound of whimpering, panting,sobbing, a dog's puppyish yipping and a strong smell of urine and Legs is crying breathlessly half in anger half in exultation, caught there behind the wheel unable to turn, to look around, to see, "Nobody's dead--right?" Nobody's dead.

However, as legal scholar David Cole has observed, “in practice, the drug-courier profile is a scattershot hodgepodge of traits and characteristics so expansive that it potentially justifies stopping anybody and everybody.”29 The profile can include traveling with luggage, traveling without luggage, driving an expensive car, driving a car that needs repairs, driving with out-of-state license plates, driving a rental car, driving with “mismatched occupants,” acting too calm, acting too nervous, dressing casually, wearing expensive clothing or jewelry, being one of the first to deplane, being one of the last to deplane, deplaning in the middle, paying for a ticket in cash, using large-denomination currency, using small-denomination currency, traveling alone, traveling with a companion, and so on. Even striving to obey the law fits the profile! The Florida Highway Patrol Drug Courier Profile cautioned troopers to be suspicious of “scrupulous obedience to traffic laws.”30 As Cole points out, “such profiles do not so much focus an investigation as provide law enforcement officials a ready-made excuse for stopping whomever they please.”31

Another former chess player shared his own fond memory of Thiel from this era. Around the spring of 1988, the team was driving to Monterey for a tournament, with Thiel behind the wheel of the Rabbit. They took California’s Route 17, a four-lane highway that crosses the Santa Cruz Mountains and is regarded as one of the state’s most dangerous. The team was in no particular hurry, but Thiel drove as if he were a man possessed. He navigated the turns like Michael Andretti, weaving in and out of lanes, nearly rear-ending cars as he slipped past them, and seemed to be flooring the accelerator for large portions of the trip. Somewhat predictably, the lights of a California Highway Patrol cruiser eventually appeared in his rearview. Thiel was pulled over, and the trooper asked if he knew how fast he was going. The young men in the rest of the car, simultaneously relieved to have been stopped and scared of the trooper, looked at each other nervously. “Well,” Thiel responded, in his calmest, most measured baritone. “I’m not sure if the concept of a speed limit makes sense.” The officer said nothing. Thiel continued: “It may be unconstitutional. And it’s definitely an infringement on liberty.” The officer looked at Thiel and the geeks in the beater car and decided the whole thing wasn’t worth his time. He told Thiel to slow down and have a nice day. “I don’t remember any of the games we played,” said the man, now in his fifties, who’d been in the passenger seat. “But I will never forget that drive.

but there was only one agent to bail my eejit self from jail at three in the morning when I’d decided to play a one-sided game of chicken with a police patrol car on the Pacific Highway and finish the night doodling on a booker’s tit.

appreciate that both of you uphold the eight core values of Integrity, Courage, Discipline, Loyalty, Diligence, Humility, Optimism, and Conviction that are integral to the success of the agency and a hallmark of the Wyoming Highway Patrol.

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The first illegal immigrants to be hunted down in Desolation by the earliest form of the Border Patrol were Chinese. In the 1800s, American railroad barons needed cheap skilled labor to help "tame our continent." Mexico's Chinese hordes could be hired for cheap, even at cut rates. Job opened, word went out, the illegals came north. Sound familiar? Americans panicked at the "yellowing" of America. A force known as the Mounted Chinese Exclusionary Police took to the dusty wasteland. They chased the "coolies" And deported them.

Cadillac it was, then. A chassis was ordered and all the protective paraphernalia. Coachcraft, the auto bodybuilder over on Melrose Avenue in West Hollywood, were engaged to make it bulletproof. One of the Coachcraft partners, Burt Chalmers, set up a private area to keep the engineering work under wraps. ‘It was the goddamnedest thing you’d ever seen,’ reported Cohen. ‘The bottom of the car was flat – bombproof. It felt like a tank. The glass was made so you could shoot out, but killers could be standing by the windscreen blasting you and nothing would come in.’ Coachcraft ran endless tests on the car’s protective shield, including having it fired on by California Highway Patrol high-powered rifles. They didn’t penetrate. The Cadillac went on to be ‘test driven’ by everything but a bazooka and survived intact. Cohen spent the equivalent of $250,000 on his personal tank.

The meeting broke up to the sound of squeaking chairs, shuffling feet, and cop chatter, as everyone sitting stood up and formed into little conversation groups with those already standing—except for Major Nelson of the Highway Patrol, who just jammed his hat onto his closely cropped head and marched out the door as if the “Colonel Bogey March” was playing. The huge man from the tribal police, Weems, sauntered over to talk to Chambers, and Special Agent Recht sat by herself and looked around the room, quietly disapproving. Hood caught her eye and shook his head.

All I could do is look down the barrel of the gun and think about my kids who were shot,” said Johnson, who filed a citizen’s complaint with the CHP in December. “I didn’t know he was a police (officer). Never once did he say he was or show a badge. All he said was, ‘get back,’ with his gun out.” In a response to Johnson’s complaint, a CHP captain wrote to Johnson: “The California Highway Patrol maintains the highest level of expectations from our employees. I hope that if you should have any future contact with a member of this department it will be under more favorable circumstances.

Here, inmates would spend seven days and six nights being drilled on vacation etiquette. For example, they’d be taught how to read speed-limit signs; how to park within the parallel lines of a parking space; how to drink and dispose of alcohol; how to vomit inconspicuously; how to steer a Jet Ski and chew gum at the same time.… The drill instructors would be selected from an elite pool of former Highway Patrol troopers, ex–Navy SEALs, and retired tour guides from Epcot.

Crossing the line, that's what the Highway Patrol woman said. Neely was on a gurney, his injuries deemed non-life-threatening, she was taking her initial report, just pad and pencil, he was surprised they still used those. She'd made her observations based on the skid marks and the impact. The young guy in the Jeep spun round, crossed the line, straight into the path of what remained of a tree that had stood since the days of Columbus. God's wrath . . . ? Mother Nature's fury . . . ? But had it been meant for one of her native sons or a heretic like Neely? Checking scores while unscrupulous lumber companies took cowardly bites of ancient forbidden forests—turning history into fast food wrappers as poor boys from the tribe died gruesome deaths—a proud people devolving into alcoholism and dissolution while white men chased straights on their sacred burial grounds?

In fact, the towers are built, raised, maintained, and paid for out-of-pocket by those bleeding-heart liberals, the Border Patrol agents themselves.

Adding this desk to my car’s steering wheel has been baby-Jesus awesome. I love e-mailing the highway patrol while I drive to let them know the tag numbers of cell-phone-using drivers. Lordy!

do you think you're going?" he says. "I'm going to Las Vegas. You can earn $400 for a blow job there, and I figured that I might as well earn money for what I do to you free." The husband thinks for a moment, goes upstairs, and comes back down, with his suitcase packed as well. "Where do you think you going?" the wife asks. "I'm coming with you...I want to see how you survive on $800 a year!!!" 27 A police officer was patrolling the highway when he sees a guy tied up to a tree, crying.

of one California Highway Patrol officer quoted in the book, “It’s sheer numbers.… You’ve got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find a prince.

The interview itself is normally conducted by a board of three to five people.

Another lesson from my childhood: once the thing I fear most happens, there’s no place to go but up. Being cut out of my father’s Cadillac with a chain saw by highway patrollers on Christmas Eve, for instance, was so much better than sitting in the bar with him while he had his fourth martini knowing black ice was forming on the road outside. Being in the safety of the hospital while they applied my three-quarter body cast will all of the nurses making a big fuss over my four-year-old self was so much better than knowing my father was about to pick me up and throw me across the room.

In the early seventies a fog of grievance settled over the land. Never have Americans hated authorities like they did after the Vietnam War turned sour; after Watergate taught us the incorrigible venality of our elected leaders. Big government seemed omnipotent and yet incompetent; it possessed the world’s greatest military machine but it couldn’t do anything right. In the long list of groups it aimed to serve, We the People always seemed to come last. This snarling mood of disillusionment was the characteristic sensibility of the decade: the “wellsprings of trust” had been “poisoned,” two self-designated populist authors wrote back in 1972.1 They are still poisoned today. The whole country was mad as hell, to use a favorite catchphrase, and the discontent seemed to go in every direction at once. It was economic, it was political; it was racial, it was cultural; it was liberal, it was conservative. Americans despised the CIA and also the Soviet Union. We cheered for Clint Eastwood as a rule-breaking cop who blasted lowlifes even when the lawyers told him to stop … and then we cheered for Burt Reynolds as a “bandit” in a black Trans Am, the roads behind him littered with the smoking remains of the Arkansas, Mississippi, Alabama, and Georgia highway patrols. Responding to the new sensibility, our politicians tried to impress us with their humility. They courted us with soft southern accents, with tales of peanut farms and pork rinds. They posed as defenders of the people, the forgotten man, the silent majority, the great overtaxed middle, the “normal” Americans suffering the contempt of shadowy TV network elites.

sat alone until Peterson stuck his head in the hallway and called for him. He took the borrowed Highway Patrol

An Echo in the Bone (novel)—Set in America, London, Canada, and Scotland, this is the seventh novel of the main series. The book’s cover image reflects the internal shape of the novel: a caltrop. That’s an ancient military weapon that looks like a child’s jack with sharp points; the Romans used them to deter elephants, and the highway patrol still uses them to stop fleeing perps in cars. This book has four major story lines: Jamie and Claire; Roger and Brianna (and family); Lord John and William; and Young Ian, all intersecting in the nexus of the American Revolution—and all the stories have sharp points. (1776–1778/1980

In Denhorah's eighth grade geography right now, six days before Thanksgiving turkey, Mr Massey is saying that all of the details aren't in. That it might have been Highway Patrol that shot that Native American man just off the reservation. That it doesn't have to have been vigilantes or militia, even though this state is stacked deep with the second, all of them hoping to be the first.

have you noticed that people are slow to see the good things you do but quick to see your faults. The Highway Patrol for example.

Agra Etawah Toll Road Project: Transforming Travel Experiences The Agra Etawah Toll Road Project is revolutionizing the way passengers experience travel in Uttar Pradesh. Spanning a significant stretch of highway, this project connects the historical city of Agra with Etawah, ensuring smoother, faster, and safer journeys. For frequent travelers like myself, the toll road has become a game-changer, drastically improving both the convenience and quality of long-distance travel. A Gateway to Comfortable Travel Before the Agra Etawah Toll Road Project, traveling between these two cities was often marred by bumpy roads, frequent traffic snarls, and extended travel times. The toll road, with its well-paved lanes and modern infrastructure, has turned the tables completely. As a passenger, it is delightful to experience seamless drives, reduced travel times, and enhanced road safety measures. The strategically placed toll plazas not only ensure the road’s maintenance but also manage traffic efficiently. Gone are the days of long traffic jams; instead, you’re greeted with smooth toll collection systems and well-organized routes. Enhanced Safety Features Safety is a prime concern for travelers, and the Agra Etawah Toll Road Project has excelled in addressing it. The road is equipped with proper lighting, reflective markings, and adequate signage, ensuring safe journeys even during the night. Emergency facilities such as ambulances and service stations are readily available along the route, providing passengers peace of mind. In my recent journey, I noticed the regular patrolling by highway authorities and the quick assistance provided to a stranded vehicle, showcasing the road's commitment to passenger safety. These measures have significantly reduced accidents, making the road a preferred choice for many. Economic and Social Impact While the Agra Etawah Toll Road Project primarily serves as a transportation boon, its impact extends to the economic and social landscape of the region. For passengers, this translates into quicker access to nearby towns, cities, and tourist destinations, fostering tourism and local business growth. The improved connectivity has also reduced transportation costs for goods, directly impacting the availability and affordability of essentials in local markets. As a passenger, I’ve noticed a rise in roadside amenities, including restaurants, rest stops, and fuel stations, making the journey more enjoyable. A Tourist’s Delight For travelers exploring the cultural and historical marvels of Agra and Etawah, this toll road is a dream come true. It offers a hassle-free journey, allowing tourists to focus on their itinerary rather than worrying about road conditions. Personally, it’s exciting to see how this road has opened new doors for tourism, making these destinations more accessible than ever before. Conclusion The Agra Etawah Toll Road Project is not just a road but a lifeline for passengers like me who value efficiency, safety, and comfort. Whether you’re a daily commuter, a tourist, or a long-distance traveler, this toll road offers unparalleled convenience and a superior travel experience. As this project continues to enhance infrastructure and connectivity, it sets a benchmark for future road development projects across India.

Agra Etawah Toll Road Project: Enhancing Passenger Comfort and Convenience on the Journey The Agra Etawah Toll Road Project has emerged as a symbol of modern infrastructure development, significantly transforming the journey between Agra and Etawah. For passengers who frequently travel this route, the toll road has become a game-changer in ensuring comfort, speed, and safety. This blog delves into the experience of a passenger traveling on this state-of-the-art toll road. Smooth and Swift Travel Experience Before the toll road came into existence, the journey between Agra and Etawah was riddled with challenges. Passengers faced delays due to traffic congestion, uneven road conditions, and safety concerns. The #Agraetawahtollroadproject has eradicated these issues by introducing a well-maintained expressway that offers a seamless travel experience. The smooth asphalt surface and the absence of frequent roadblocks or potholes ensure that passengers can cover the distance in significantly less time. For a passenger, the reduction in travel time is a major benefit. What once used to be an exhausting journey now feels like a quick, enjoyable ride. Families, in particular, appreciate the toll road for its convenience during long-distance travel, as it keeps fatigue at bay. Safety and Security: A Passenger’s Priority Safety is paramount for any traveler, and the Agra Etawah Toll Road has set a benchmark in this regard. The road is equipped with proper lighting, reflective markers, and well-defined lanes that enhance visibility and navigation. Moreover, frequent patrolling by highway security teams ensures a safe environment for both private and commercial vehicles. The presence of emergency response services along the toll road further reassures passengers. In case of breakdowns or accidents, help is just a call away, making the journey stress-free. Scenic Beauty and Rest Stops One of the understated joys of traveling on the Agra Etawah Toll Road is the opportunity to enjoy the scenic beauty of Uttar Pradesh’s countryside. The expansive fields and picturesque landscapes provide a refreshing break from the urban chaos. For passengers planning long journeys, the well-placed rest stops along the toll road are a blessing. These rest areas are equipped with clean washrooms, eateries, and fuel stations, ensuring that travelers can pause and rejuvenate before continuing their journey. A Boon for Business Travelers The toll road has also become a lifeline for business travelers who frequently commute between Agra and Etawah. Reduced travel time allows them to manage their schedules more efficiently, ensuring they arrive at meetings or deliveries on time. The hassle-free experience ensures that they can focus on their work rather than worrying about road conditions. Conclusion: A Journey Worth Taking The Agra Etawah Toll Road Project has redefined travel for passengers, offering a blend of efficiency, safety, and comfort. Whether you are a daily commuter, a business traveler, or a family on a road trip, this toll road promises a superior travel experience. As a passenger, one cannot help but appreciate how this infrastructure development has made journeys not just faster but also more enjoyable.

A Journey Through Perfection: Experiencing India’s Best Highway Infrastructure Traveling across India is an adventure filled with surprises, but nothing enhances the experience like a smooth, well-constructed highway. On my recent journey, I had the pleasure of driving through a highway that truly represents the pinnacle of modern road infrastructure in India. From flawless roads to scenic surroundings, this stretch stands as a testament to how far the country has come in revolutionizing its highway networks. #modernroad Seamless Driving Experience Like Never Before As I entered the highway, the first thing that caught my attention was the sheer quality of the road. The well-paved surface, neatly marked lanes, and efficient traffic management made my drive effortless. Unlike many highways where potholes and congestion make the journey exhausting, this route offered a smooth and uninterrupted ride. Wider lanes and minimal traffic congestion ensured that vehicles moved swiftly without unnecessary delays. Smart toll systems reduced wait times, making the overall journey more efficient. Clearly visible signboards and proper lighting made night driving safer and more convenient. The highway is a perfect example of how modern engineering can transform road travel into a luxurious experience. #modernroadmakers Scenic Beauty Along the Way A great highway isn’t just about infrastructure; it’s also about the experience it offers. As I drove along, I was captivated by the breathtaking landscapes surrounding the road. Green fields, small villages, and a peaceful countryside atmosphere made my trip even more enjoyable. Rest stops at strategic locations provided much-needed breaks with clean washrooms and food outlets. Lush greenery along the edges of the highway helped in reducing pollution and enhancing the visual appeal. Safe pedestrian crossings and underpasses ensured that local communities weren’t affected by high-speed vehicles. This perfect blend of nature and technology sets a new benchmark for Indian highways. #indiabesthighway Unmatched Safety and Maintenance A highway is only as good as its maintenance, and this one excels in that department. The regular upkeep and advanced monitoring systems ensure that the road remains in top condition throughout the year. Some key features that make this highway stand out include: ✔ Emergency Response Systems: Quick-response helplines and patrol vehicles are available for assistance. ✔ Well-Planned Drainage Systems: Prevents waterlogging during monsoons, making driving safer. ✔ Speed Monitoring & Surveillance: Reduces the risk of accidents and promotes disciplined driving. These aspects make it not only a comfortable but also a safe travel route for all kinds of passengers. Impact on Connectivity and Economy This highway isn’t just about convenience; it plays a crucial role in boosting regional connectivity and economic growth.

Where the Road Meets the Future: My Journey on India’s Best Highway Every traveler dreams of a road that makes the journey as exciting as the destination. On my recent road trip, I experienced a highway that exceeded all expectations, setting a new standard for India’s best highway infrastructure. It wasn’t just about getting from one place to another; it was about experiencing the future of Indian road travel. #modernroad A Flawless Highway Experience I’ve driven on many highways, but this one stood out for its superior design and smooth driving experience. The well-planned structure ensured that I didn’t have to worry about bumps, potholes, or chaotic traffic.

India’s Best Highway Infrastructure: A Journey Beyond Expectations As a frequent traveler, I have experienced many roads, but some stand out for their perfection. On my recent road trip, I had the chance to drive on one of India’s best highway infrastructures, and the journey was nothing short of exceptional. From its world-class construction to the scenic beauty that surrounds it, this highway redefines what road travel should feel like. #modernroad A Drive Like Never Before The moment I entered this highway, I knew it was going to be a hassle-free experience. The road was perfectly laid out, with no bumps, potholes, or sudden diversions that usually make highway driving stressful.