A brief account of a ridiculous traffic stop
(WIDK By Staff Writer BIANCA COOMBS) – Last night, while driving home around 8:15 pm, I spotted a cop car at an intersection with no lights on outside or inside the vehicle.

I decided to be overly cautious and count to five at the stop sign and then drive away. One… two… three… four… five… and I was off. Safe right? No such thing.
A flashlight gleamed in my eyes as I drove off and lights illuminated behind me. The voice from the horn sounded: “Pull over to the side please”.
Two years prior, there had been a senseless act of violence where a young man was gunned downed at this specific intersection in Brooklyn. I had been randomly stopped and simply checked for a license and registration at this intersection before and thought nothing of this stop.
I rolled down my window and only one officer approached the drivers’ side window (which is weird because if you’ve ever been stopped before you know that one officer waits on either side of the vehicle) and asked for my license and registration.
“May I ask what this is all about?” I asked.
“Do you know you don’t have a light for your license plate? You are supposed to have a light over your license plate. It’s called a license plate light”, he said.
“What”? I thought to myself.
Instead I responded, “No officer”, “but I have been driving this car for three years now and I have never been stopped or so much as told of this before.”
“Well, you’ve just been getting lucky”, he answered.
As several cars drove past us (not without humiliating rubbernecking), I pointed out to the officer that there were no ‘license plate lights’ on any of these vehicles.
After I calmly explained that I had been stopped at this intersection before and have seen police officers in my rear view mirror many times and they have never so much as warned me about this, the officer smiled and told me to wait while he ran my information and gave me a ticket.
From my side mirror, I could see the cops snickering.
When the officer returned, smiling, he said, “Ok I will not give you a ticket. You should go to your mechanic or a body shop and get a light put over your license plate.”
I told him I would, thanked him repeatedly, and then drove off.
As I wiped the sweat from my forehead and thanked God for not getting this ticket I was sure would be exorbitant, I began putting the pieces of the puzzle together. For the past two years, these cops have been here handing out citations instead of slapping cuffs on dangerous criminals. Slowing down didn’t help me; it only gave the cops more time to look for some reason to give me a ticket. If you drive behind anyone long enough, you will surely find a reason to give them a ticket.
Two weeks ago, I started off my morning watching the Pix 11 News and it announced that the NYPD would be doling out more tickets than ever. Being the nerd that I am I made sure to give the hydrant enough room, leave enough change in the meter, and not park on the alternate side a minute before I was supposed to. And still… a ticket!
The city is so hard up for money that more police are being put on dangerous street corners (using our tax money!) not to protect the inhabitants, but to excessively ticket us for violations even they know are immaterial in the grand scheme of things. It is not even the fault of the police. They are given quotas and rules and sent on their way. I have recently seen people stopped for riding a bike on the empty sidewalk and jay walking at this intersection.
When I got home I learned that there is a light above my license plate! Now I just have to learn how to turn the thing on.
I’m sure there is some legal jargon a judge would have thrown at me had I tried to fight the ticket in court about how cops need to see my license plate (which you clearly can) and that ignorance of the law is no reason to break the law. I am positive there is no New Yorker who can recite every law ever written since the founding of the state (particularly pertaining to traffic) including the judge. And if the city is so concerned about our safety, why do parking ticket prices double or triple that of red light violations although passing a red light can by far be more dangerous? Because parking violations are mistakes that happen more often meaning more money for the city’s treasury.
The fact is hard working Americans are being stuck with the bill from the bail out. We are being taxed and ticketed into oblivion. It is becoming borderline oppressive. At some point I will stop driving in New York City all together.
I drive for the convenience and to get a break from obnoxious teens who ride the buses and trains to and from school. It turns out the teens are not the only ones who can ruin your commute.
Bianca Coombs is the co- creator of twomediashrews.com, an everything media and then some blog.