On April 9, I was at Valleymart Store when a police car cruised through. I left right behind him. He pulled over on the fog line, and I passed him on the left. He pulled out behind me and turned on the lights.

I pulled over on the shoulder. He walked up and said I stopped you for crossing into the other lane. I replied, “I thought that was what you were suppose to do.” He asked me for my license, registration and proof of insurance, which I gave him.

I called my folks and asked my mom to stay on the phone because this officer was trying way too hard to find something wrong. The officer told me I was not insured to drive this truck. I said, “I am, and I have the registered owner on the phone, will you talk to them?” He said no and to hang up the phone. I just set it on the seat. He then asked me when was the last time I used meth. I said, “What kind of a question is that? Am I under arrest or something?” He repeated his question. I said, “I think I need to talk to my lawyer.”

He then jerked me from my truck and handcuffed me. He took everything out of my pockets and put me in the back of the police car. He took everything out of the truck,  making little piles.

It got really interesting in the jail. You are supposed to be given reasonable time to contact counsel or others. Sounds good, but they will not let you use your cell phone. You must use their phone and every number I called came back as restricted. As the officer was reading the DMV Implied Consent form, he was removing and replacing a wallet and my driver’s license in his left hand and clicking a pen in his right hand. On the wall is a drug and alcohol reasonable suspicion poster. I pointed at it and told him I have had that training and you are a classic example.

My reasonable suspicions were based on specific, contemporaneous, articulable observations of his behavior and appearance, not hearsay or intuition.

I believe in the laws we have and I don’t think anyone has the right to twist or manipulate them, whether they are in uniform or not.