One afternoon, I pulled up to a stop sign at Ford and Orchard. I stopped. I saw a UPD police car parked behind Kohl's. I looked left. All clear. I pulled a right on Orchard. As I passed the UPD car, the lights came on. and the cop pulled out from behind Kohl's, behind me heading south. I pulled over at Home Depot.
Murray came to my door. He told me I had run the stop sign. I told him that I hadn;t; that I had stopped. We argued a bit back and forth, but whatever. I gave him my license and insurance. I informed him that they car had been purchased the previous day, that the car had been added to the insurance policy via telephone prior to leaving the lot, and that the policy number is the same and it is current.
Murray retreated to his car to write the ticket. After quite some time, Murray finally came to my window. He questioned why the car wasn't listed on the insurance policy. I responded that, as I had previously explained to him, the car was just purchased, and was added to the policy via telephone, and that I am awaiting the new insurance docs coming from San Diego.
Murray became physically and audibly aggressive. He outright denied that I had told him that. Yes. it is right on his body cam video.
Murray retreated to his car again for another very long time. He then approached the window. He extended the ticket book out to me, so that I could sign the ticket. I attempted to take the book, and Murray clamped down on the book, refusing to release it. We jerked it back and forth between us a few times until I released it.
Without seeing the video since 2017, by my memory, I said something like, "What are you doing? Don't you want me to sign the ticket?". Murray then accused me of trying to steal his ticket book. This overloaded my stupid-o-meter. Pegged it.
My response to stupid, at this level?
I made an exaggerated orgasm face, while spreading my legs, pointing my pelvis his direction, as I moved my hand in the "shake-weight" motion; the international sign language for YOU ARE A WANKER, KEVIN. A wanker.
Kevin Murray then extended the ticket book to me, for my signature... and then buggered off to his car and quickly left the scene. He realized that not only am I not intimidated by him in the least... I think he is a bona fide jerkoff. Not think... I know he is.
I warned the County Court judge about Murray. Yes, I showed, and he showed up in Court. The Court required no proof. The Court didn't care about Murray's own violations of the motor vehicle codes. The court didn't much care that Murray, with his self-professed expertise, couldn't manage to position his car to capture ANY video of the subjective violations, requiring the Court to only rely on his testimony. The Court convicted on the valued officer's word alone. Mendocino County courts don't need no stinking evidence; only badges.
I told the judge, "You will see him again". The Court is now seeing Kevin Murray again.
So much for justice in Ukiah and Mendocino County.