The Police Helicopter - On patrol from above.
I was leaving my housing estate when I came to the exit. Across the road was a huddle of police officers from all three divisons, the Guardia Civil, the National Police, and Policia Local. I have never understood the difference between the National Police and The Guardia Civil, and I haven’t found anyone who knows. The Policia Local confine themselves to their own town and their activities are limited, but I thought that the Guardia Civil did everything else.
As I drove up to the exit I stopped to put a CD in the player, but the police looked at me as though I might have been reluctant to pass them. When I was ready I set off without being challenged by them, and as I drove within the speed limit I enjoyed the music. I usually drive within the speed limit so there was nothing unusual about that. That stretch of road is a severe temptation for speed freaks because it is very straight, but narrow and accommodates two-way traffic but I don’t feel the need for speed these days.
There have been some serious crashes along that road because of the reason of speed. I always fear that if I am speeding and overtaking I will collide with either an animal that wanders onto the road, or a vehicle will enter the road while I am on the wrong side, so I have always resisted the temptation.
I was nearing the end of the stretch when I suddenly noticed overhead the police helicopter flying a path that coincided with the road, and more importantly he had been following me. He went on ahead of me then did a wide turn and went back the way he had come. It was then that I passed the group of police that would have stopped me if they had instructions to do so from above.
I was listening to music so the chance of me hearing the helicopter was nil. My windows were wound up and the music was blasting as I was listening to a very powerful piece. This was the first time I had ever been the centre of attention from the air and I must admit I didn’t like it at all. However, the feeling must be sort of having been shot at, and missed.
The moral of the story I suppose is that Big Brother is watching when we least expect. We know about the cameras and the radars along the road, and the police who lay in wait, but surveillance from the air is truly something else.
Be aware and ever vigilant. They’re out to get you!
Copyright © 2010 Eugene Carmichael
I was leaving my housing estate when I came to the exit. Across the road was a huddle of police officers from all three divisons, the Guardia Civil, the National Police, and Policia Local. I have never understood the difference between the National Police and The Guardia Civil, and I haven’t found anyone who knows. The Policia Local confine themselves to their own town and their activities are limited, but I thought that the Guardia Civil did everything else.
As I drove up to the exit I stopped to put a CD in the player, but the police looked at me as though I might have been reluctant to pass them. When I was ready I set off without being challenged by them, and as I drove within the speed limit I enjoyed the music. I usually drive within the speed limit so there was nothing unusual about that. That stretch of road is a severe temptation for speed freaks because it is very straight, but narrow and accommodates two-way traffic but I don’t feel the need for speed these days.
There have been some serious crashes along that road because of the reason of speed. I always fear that if I am speeding and overtaking I will collide with either an animal that wanders onto the road, or a vehicle will enter the road while I am on the wrong side, so I have always resisted the temptation.
I was nearing the end of the stretch when I suddenly noticed overhead the police helicopter flying a path that coincided with the road, and more importantly he had been following me. He went on ahead of me then did a wide turn and went back the way he had come. It was then that I passed the group of police that would have stopped me if they had instructions to do so from above.
I was listening to music so the chance of me hearing the helicopter was nil. My windows were wound up and the music was blasting as I was listening to a very powerful piece. This was the first time I had ever been the centre of attention from the air and I must admit I didn’t like it at all. However, the feeling must be sort of having been shot at, and missed.
The moral of the story I suppose is that Big Brother is watching when we least expect. We know about the cameras and the radars along the road, and the police who lay in wait, but surveillance from the air is truly something else.
Be aware and ever vigilant. They’re out to get you!
Copyright © 2010 Eugene Carmichael
