So we're headed to Santo Domingo to pick up a new pup, munching on a healthy breakfast of PB&H on Lumijor, warm coffee in the thermal mug, cruise control set at 65mph (110kph), empty road, some three-headed chatter on 91.3, just past Pedro Brand...
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...and some guy steps into the middle of the road 200 yards in front of us, points a weapon and he and his partner in crime motions us over...in front of an AMET truck.
We've been stopped before, so knew the drill.
An AMET agent comes to the driver's window. I drop the dark (but legal) tinted window. Behold! The radiance of a large, pale gringo!
We exchange pleasantries. He seems nice enough. I ask about his wife and kids. In Spanish. He smiles. He shows me the readout on his radar gun. 117kph. He points to it and says something.
I pointed at my speedo. "Cruise control, 65 miles an hour. Not 117." In English. He looks confused and points to his High Tech soundwave supervisor.
"When was that gun calibrated? It's required here isn't it?" In English. With a Cheshire Cat grin. More confusion. Alida suppressing a chuckle. He wrinkles his brow. Looks back at his partner. Looks at me. Wants to speak, but halts. Looks back at his partner again.
I'm still grinning.
He sighs. Wiggles his non-armed hand forward. "Buen viaje."
We re-enter the Autopista, and Alida breaks out in laughter.
If only it was this easy in the states...:cheeky:
But lesson learned: AMET is indeed trying to control the organized chaos known as Dominican streets.
I'll set the cruise at 62.5 next trip. Just in case.
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...
...and some guy steps into the middle of the road 200 yards in front of us, points a weapon and he and his partner in crime motions us over...in front of an AMET truck.
We've been stopped before, so knew the drill.
An AMET agent comes to the driver's window. I drop the dark (but legal) tinted window. Behold! The radiance of a large, pale gringo!
We exchange pleasantries. He seems nice enough. I ask about his wife and kids. In Spanish. He smiles. He shows me the readout on his radar gun. 117kph. He points to it and says something.
I pointed at my speedo. "Cruise control, 65 miles an hour. Not 117." In English. He looks confused and points to his High Tech soundwave supervisor.
"When was that gun calibrated? It's required here isn't it?" In English. With a Cheshire Cat grin. More confusion. Alida suppressing a chuckle. He wrinkles his brow. Looks back at his partner. Looks at me. Wants to speak, but halts. Looks back at his partner again.
I'm still grinning.
He sighs. Wiggles his non-armed hand forward. "Buen viaje."
We re-enter the Autopista, and Alida breaks out in laughter.
If only it was this easy in the states...:cheeky:
But lesson learned: AMET is indeed trying to control the organized chaos known as Dominican streets.
I'll set the cruise at 62.5 next trip. Just in case.