As I drove into Wellington on Thursday afternoon I was pulled over by the police for the first time in my life.
Apparently I had been driving erratically enough for a fellow motorist to ring the fuzz, while they were driving no less. I was not detained, and the breath test was clear, so I was soon on my way. But I do think the driver of the grey van behind me is partially to blame for my wayward steering.
Like most people, I get nervous when a car behind me gets close, and stays on my tail. Are they following me? If I need to stop suddenly they will surely crash into me. Frayed nerves make bad driving. Perhaps what that noxious do-gooder should have done was simply overtaken me back in Paremata, and we could have got on with our day in peace.
At this time when Police resources are being stretched too thinly to allow officers to attend to burglaries, do we really want them to chase down weary drivers who are a very low risk of actually causing an accident on the road. Maybe it fills some existential need in people to call the fuzz and point out the wrong in other people.
The cop who came to my window was a bright young guy, not cocky, or possessing a ‘big-dicked’ manner. What good he could do going after real crime, if some motorists were just a little bit restrained from calling the hotline.