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by Ano » Wed Sep 16, 2015 10:25 am
I met quite a few awesome cops this year, some virgins as well. I was rather inebriated one afternoon and someone was letting me try out their SoloWheel. A BLM cop was driving by and saw me mounting it, I waved to let them pass and they smiled and motioned that they were going to watch me. I tried to ride the SoloWheel and promptly ate shit. They laughed, pulled up next to me, and congratulated me on a good fall before giving me some schwag. I offered them chilled sealed Gatorade and they politely declined, before asking me if there was any cool art to check out. I told them about the movie theater.
Another incident happened during one of my gate shifts. I can't really post about it, but a situation escalated upwards to a high level and the BLM had to get involved. They gave the party(ies) in question every single chance they had to get out of it, before moving forward with punitive measures. Honestly, I wish the stops for broken taillights that turn into 4 hour drug searches looked like this, because the BLM folks basically gave the person(s) every possible chance to unfuck themselves. Warnings, clear explanations, a chance to leave, a chance to move on, etc.
During a pulsing shift, a cop slowly rolled up and down the line on the outside of the flag line yelling through his microphone, "ya'll come back now, y'here? We'll be here next year, same time, same place!"
On the other end of things, my camp situated In such a way in the city to be able to watch drug stops happen all week. It's offensive and maddening to see people pulled over for the terrible infraction of going 6mph in a 5mph zone, or for having a store-bought bike rack cover their license plate from a certain angle, or any other bullshit reason, and to watch the interaction change from a fix-it-ticket to a tear-the-car-apart-in-every-way endeavor with the poor people sitting in the dust watching their life get torn apart. Clothes thrown in the dust, ziplocs of socks opened, food cooler empties, they really spare no chance and empty everything. In my anecdotal observations, many folks seem to leave these interactions without tickets...
I'm also a large dance camp attendee occasionally, and for the past few years I always seem to have incidents where I'm MOOPing before getting a tap on my back and a BLM flashlight in my face to open up my hands/bags and show them what I have. I wonder if it's worth their time to see a gallon Ziploc full of empty beer cans. Wouldn't want any groundscores now, would we? Fucking hell.
Back on the other end of things, I had a great conversation with a cool BLM officer this year who told me that the best place to do something shady on the playa is inside a porto-potty. Good to know, I guess?