Hamans-gallows
Regular Member
I was cruising around beautiful Manitou Springs, CO yesterday on my motorcycle, and I stopped to get a drink from the mineral spring on Ruxton Ave. I was carrying my 1911 in a thigh rig.
Manitou Springs is well known for their zero tolerance and enthusiastic enforcement of everything.
There were no parking spots, so I pulled in front of an unused garage door and walked the ten feet to the spring to fill up my water bottle. I sat down on the bench and was chatting with a couple from Denver that come down twice a year to fill up all their bottles with the miracle health water. Like most people in Colorado, they didn't care in the slightest that I was carrying.
So I had almost finished drinking my water, so that I could fill it up again and be on my way, when I notice a guy walking up to my bike, getting ready to enter my plate number into his hand-held. I walked up and told him that I had just stopped to get a drink, and he started bitching about a yellow curb, and a $35 dollar fine. I told him that I would like to fill my bottle, and be on my way. All of a sudden he stopped talking and walked back across the street to his Parking Enforcement van. I took this as an OK, and filled my bottle, as the lady from Denver talked about how ridiculous it was for him to be wanting to ticket me since I wasn't hurting nor inconveniencing anyone.
Well, as I made another 60 seconds or so of chit chat, he was standing by his vehicle across the street, looking perplexed. He would start to cross the street toward me, and then turn around and go back to stand by his van. The couple from Denver and I were about as nonchalant and calm as could be.
I put my newly filled bottle in my Jacket pocket, got on the bike, and slowly rode off.
I can't be sure what the Meter Maid was thinking, but I suspect that he was just reluctant to be an ******* to an obviously armed man.
I then parked on main street and proceeded to go walk around the arcade. stroll the main street and stop into a shop to buy an orange to eat. As usual in Colorado, no one seemed to bat an eye at the scruffy looking guy wearing the gun.
Manitou Springs is well known for their zero tolerance and enthusiastic enforcement of everything.
There were no parking spots, so I pulled in front of an unused garage door and walked the ten feet to the spring to fill up my water bottle. I sat down on the bench and was chatting with a couple from Denver that come down twice a year to fill up all their bottles with the miracle health water. Like most people in Colorado, they didn't care in the slightest that I was carrying.
So I had almost finished drinking my water, so that I could fill it up again and be on my way, when I notice a guy walking up to my bike, getting ready to enter my plate number into his hand-held. I walked up and told him that I had just stopped to get a drink, and he started bitching about a yellow curb, and a $35 dollar fine. I told him that I would like to fill my bottle, and be on my way. All of a sudden he stopped talking and walked back across the street to his Parking Enforcement van. I took this as an OK, and filled my bottle, as the lady from Denver talked about how ridiculous it was for him to be wanting to ticket me since I wasn't hurting nor inconveniencing anyone.
Well, as I made another 60 seconds or so of chit chat, he was standing by his vehicle across the street, looking perplexed. He would start to cross the street toward me, and then turn around and go back to stand by his van. The couple from Denver and I were about as nonchalant and calm as could be.
I put my newly filled bottle in my Jacket pocket, got on the bike, and slowly rode off.
I can't be sure what the Meter Maid was thinking, but I suspect that he was just reluctant to be an ******* to an obviously armed man.
I then parked on main street and proceeded to go walk around the arcade. stroll the main street and stop into a shop to buy an orange to eat. As usual in Colorado, no one seemed to bat an eye at the scruffy looking guy wearing the gun.