Ventura Co. Sheriff’s Dept Close Call (2005) “YOU PULLED ME OVER TO KICK THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF ME!”

In 2005 I was driving home after a night of band rehearsals in Camarillo, California. I was driving east through Simi Valley, California near the Ronald Reagan library, the same city where the police who beat Rodney King were found not guilty. It was after midnight on a Wednesday. I had pulled off the freeway at Collins Drive at the Moorpark City College “Park and Ride” parking lot to eat a hamburger I had left over from earlier that day. As I sat in my car, I watched in the rear view mirror as a Ventura County Sheriff’s patrol car exited the freeway as I had done. He started to cross over the freeway, then stop and flip a U-Turn. I knew exactly what he was doing. I immediately started the car and exited the parking lot. But I had never been in this area before and I didn’t know there wasn’t an on ramp back onto the freeway. I was forced to cross over the freeway and into a dark neighborhood. He quickly followed me and within 200 yards of driving there were another two patrol cars behind me. The street I was on, Collin’s Drive, had no place for me to turn around and I drove further and further away from the freeway, towards Moorpark City College. As I drove on, yet another patrol vehicle passed me going the other direction, flipping a U-Turn and joining the parade behind me. At this point I knew I was doomed and I made a right into the parking lot of the Moorpark City College and as I did, they lit up their lights and sirens. I parked, shut off the engine, killed the lights and put my hands on the steering wheel. More and more patrol cars arrived. I counted 8 in total. Over the bull horn I was told to exit my vehicle and step to the front and put my hands on the hood, which I did.

A sheriff, in his early 50’s approached with a few other officers behind him. He asked me what I was doing at the park and ride. I told him that I had stopped to eat a hamburger, which was half eaten on the passenger seat in a bag. He proceeded to open the driver’s door of my car and asked if I had a problem with him searching my car which I replied “I do NOT give you permission to search my car”. He openly laughed at me and popped the trunk of my car. I repeated “I do NOT give you permission to search my car” yelling it louder for the other officers to hear me. After riffling through my trunk, he opened the passenger door of my car, then opened the glove compartment door, grabbing fist full’s of documents (registration, insurance, ect) and throwing it all on the ground. He then walked to the front of the car, told me to turn and face him. I was blinded with the spot lights of multiple police cruisers and his flashlight as he asked me why I thought he had pulled me over. I figured this was the end anyways and I had nothing to lose. So, with my loudest, meanest, HEAVY METAL VOCALIST VOICE I yelled

“YOU PULLED ME OVER TO KICK THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF ME!”

I continued and yelled “YOU BETTER FUCKING KILL ME, BECAUSE IF YOU BEAT ME AND I LIVE, I AM GOING TO MAKE SURE THAT ANYONE ON DUTY TONIGHT WILL BE CALLED IN ON THIS COMPLAINT”.

With in just a few moments cruisers began rolling out of the parking lot. The only one that seemed more surprised than me was this Sheriff.

I yelled out “I DID NOT GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO SEARCH MY CAR” and “YOU HAVE NO WARRANT TO SEARCH MY CAR”

With in just a few minutes the parking lot cleared out and he got in my face and told me it was my lucky night and they left me alone. That was one of the scariest moments of my life as I was certain I was going to either be beaten with in inches of my live or flat out killed in an empty parking lot.

I will NEVER have respect for the police. I have had way too many experiences to ever think there are on my side.