Uh Oh, Wirfs got in some trouble

How times have changed.

Yeah, they have. You used to want to have cops who could take charge of a situation, make a quick analysis and go in and bust some hippie skull if the situation arose. Then, the Police Academy movies came out and all of the sudden no one wanted to hire loose cannons, like Tackleberry, so everyone hired Steve Guttenberg-type guys who got pushed into a lot of lockers in high school. They take their pent-up rage out on the populace.
 
This is the dumbest Iowa City Ordinance on the books. Now a bunch of nancies are going to blow this out of proportion until Wirfs sounds like Charlie Manson. He did nothing wrong. And Officer Reinhard should have his gnads kicked in. And the hypocrisy of this is; IC police are instructed now not to arrest for under an ounce of marijuana, but be in a bar after 10 under 21 and you are going down buddy.

the laws are being "Left" to the imagination.
 
I got a ton of MIP's when I was growing up. I bet my # was probably higher than PC's. They were cheap and not serious enough for me to take seriously (as in I faced no repercussion from them other than paying the $30 or so fine it was). Gone are the days like when I once got pulled over with a cooler of Bud Light in my car and town cop took me and cooler home to dad for discipline.... which I guess was having to hear them both drink all of them and get shitty the rest of night out in the garage.
 
This is the dumbest Iowa City Ordinance on the books. Now a bunch of nancies are going to blow this out of proportion until Wirfs sounds like Charlie Manson. He did nothing wrong. And Officer Reinhard should have his gnads kicked in. And the hypocrisy of this is; IC police are instructed now not to arrest for under an ounce of marijuana, but be in a bar after 10 under 21 and you are going down buddy.

I turned 18 before I graduated high school. Went to Iowa City to experience summer rush and back then 18 was old enough to drink. Visited multiple fraternities and had an awesome 3 day weekend. A few weeks later pledged a fraternity (same one Neil Armstrong belonged to) and showed up a couple weeks before school started to assist with rush activities and settle into my dorm room (Mayflower). Co-ed dorm floor filled with girls going thru Sorority rush and one male. That's right, I was alone on the floor with approx. a dozen ladies. The adjoining dorm room (shared kitchen) was empty so a couple gals moved in temporarily while their room was being painted. I drove a 72 Cutlass convertible 442. Since some of the gals were car-less I became the chauffeur of choice fairly quick. IIRC by day 4 I was driving with 3 playmates (not actual playmates, duh) toward a spot near the iowa river to go slow-tubing down that lazy waterway that bisects IA city. Me, 3 daisy dukes and booze and not a cop or preacher in sight. One of the girls was Catholic, so I told her I was Catholic. One was Jewish so I told her I was Jewish. One was atheist, so I told her I was atheist. Ya know what Jewish girls and Catholic girls have in common? If they come from good homes they were repressed. What do you think was the first thing they wanted to do upon leaving home for college? That's right get drunk. What do you think the second thing they wanted to do was? That's right, afternoon delight with a blond blue-eyed rogue who lied about his wealth and religion.
My freshman year at Iowa was the best year of my life. It was Animal House meets Grease. At least that's how I remember it.
No car airbags. No pretentious cell phone use. Jumping off the bridge into the river was encouraged. No laws forcing you to wear a seat belt. 18 and you could drink. Feminism back then meant free to pose for Playboy. No aids to inhibit the freaky deaky. Iowa football and basketball and wrestling were all something special. No speech codes. No sexual-harassment laws to be misused by ambitious social climbers. No handicap parking spaces. No school codes regulating relationships between men and women. Sleeping with your Professor to get a better grade was still an unofficial way to improve your GPA.
It was a different world. A world where you could travel supersonic. A world before safety Nader-Nazis had taken total control. A world before everyone became a victim. A world before the rule-of-law broke down. A world before fun-killers. A world before the war between the sexes turned from cold to hot. It was an imperfect world, but a better one than we have today.
 
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I drove a 72 Cutlass convertible 442. Since some of the gals were car-less I became the chauffeur of choice fairly quick.
10:1 says this guy was a beta orbiter who was just used for his car. I mean, yeah, a '72 Olds was a panty dropper of a rig, but the story reads more like Penthouse Forums than a factual recount.
 
10:1 says this guy was a beta orbiter who was just used for his car. I mean, yeah, a '72 Olds was a panty dropper of a rig, but the story reads more like Penthouse Forums than a factual recount.

The 442 officially died in 71, it was an option package in 72. And please, don't be a playa hater. It comes off as jealous.
 
I turned 18 before I graduated high school. Went to Iowa City to experience summer rush and back then 18 was old enough to drink. Visited multiple fraternities and had an awesome 3 day weekend. A few weeks later pledged a fraternity (same one Neil Armstrong belonged to) and showed up a couple weeks before school started to assist with rush activities and settle into my dorm room (Mayflower). Co-ed dorm floor filled with girls going thru Sorority rush and one male. That's right, I was alone on the floor with approx. a dozen ladies. The adjoining dorm room (shared kitchen) was empty so a couple gals moved in temporarily while their room was being painted. I drove a 72 Cutlass convertible 442. Since some of the gals were car-less I became the chauffeur of choice fairly quick. IIRC by day 4 I was driving with 3 playmates (not actual playmates, duh) toward a spot near the iowa river to go slow-tubing down that lazy waterway that bisects IA city. Me, 3 daisy dukes and booze and not a cop or preacher in sight. One of the girls was Catholic, so I told her I was Catholic. One was Jewish so I told her I was Jewish. One was atheist, so I told her I was atheist. Ya know what Jewish girls and Catholic girls have in common? If they come from good homes they were repressed. What do you think was the first thing they wanted to do upon leaving home for college? That's right get drunk. What do you think the second thing they wanted to do was? That's right, afternoon delight with a blond blue-eyed rogue who lied about his wealth and religion.
My freshman year at Iowa was the best year of my life. It was Animal House meets Grease. At least that's how I remember it.
No car airbags. No pretentious cell phone use. Jumping off the bridge into the river was encouraged. No laws forcing you to wear a seat belt. 18 and you could drink. Feminism back then meant free to pose for Playboy. No aids to inhibit the freaky deaky. Iowa football and basketball and wrestling were all something special. No speech codes. No sexual-harassment laws to be misused by ambitious social climbers. No handicap parking spaces. No school codes regulating relationships between men and women. Sleeping with your Professor to get a better grade was still an unofficial way to improve your GPA.
It was a different world. A world where you could travel super-sonic to an exotic city. A world before safety Nader-Nazis had taken total control. A world before everyone became a victim. A world before the rule-of-law broke down. A world before fun-killers. A world before the war between the sexes turned from cold to hot. It was an imperfect world, but a better one than we have today.
I did not come here expecting to read this today. I also did not expect to finish it after reading the first sentence. Expectations shattered. Thanks for the exposition, old man.
 
Not to get all political here, but in the past 20-ish years, there has been a massive shift in government using piddly violations like this as stealth taxes against the young and poor. I got a PAULA in 1998 right before I turned 21. It was a $15 fine, plus like $30 of court costs. If you get one now, the first offense is $200, with close to $100 court costs last I heard. Second offense is a $500 fine AND they can take your license. Look, I get it that they don't want kids to drink, but my god, how big of a stick do you have to have up your ass to give a kid a $500 ticket and take away his license for having a couple of cans of Meisterbrau?

I've always had this conspiracy theory that state's won't allow driver-less vehicles to fully operate because it will practically eliminate all the speeding tickets and DUI income they bring in annually. We're talking millions of dollars.
 
I've always had this conspiracy theory that state's won't allow driver-less vehicles to fully operate because it will practically eliminate all the speeding tickets and DUI income they bring in annually. We're talking millions of dollars.

Some jurisdictions are complaining that DUI income is way down due to awareness, Uber, Lyft, etc. and some are contemplating dropping the already low 0.08 to 0.05. Your conspiracy theory doesn't sound that far fetched. Government should just let you buy tiers of driving. Want to ride a motorcycle without a helmet? $500 a year. Want to get a free pass on speeding 15 over (unless you are at fault for an accident)? $1000 per year. Want to buy your DUI limit up to 0.10? $500 a year. Etc.
 
I turned 18 before I graduated high school. Went to Iowa City to experience summer rush and back then 18 was old enough to drink. Visited multiple fraternities and had an awesome 3 day weekend. A few weeks later pledged a fraternity (same one Neil Armstrong belonged to) and showed up a couple weeks before school started to assist with rush activities and settle into my dorm room (Mayflower). Co-ed dorm floor filled with girls going thru Sorority rush and one male. That's right, I was alone on the floor with approx. a dozen ladies. The adjoining dorm room (shared kitchen) was empty so a couple gals moved in temporarily while their room was being painted. I drove a 72 Cutlass convertible 442. Since some of the gals were car-less I became the chauffeur of choice fairly quick. IIRC by day 4 I was driving with 3 playmates (not actual playmates, duh) toward a spot near the iowa river to go slow-tubing down that lazy waterway that bisects IA city. Me, 3 daisy dukes and booze and not a cop or preacher in sight. One of the girls was Catholic, so I told her I was Catholic. One was Jewish so I told her I was Jewish. One was atheist, so I told her I was atheist. Ya know what Jewish girls and Catholic girls have in common? If they come from good homes they were repressed. What do you think was the first thing they wanted to do upon leaving home for college? That's right get drunk. What do you think the second thing they wanted to do was? That's right, afternoon delight with a blond blue-eyed rogue who lied about his wealth and religion.
My freshman year at Iowa was the best year of my life. It was Animal House meets Grease. At least that's how I remember it.
No car airbags. No pretentious cell phone use. Jumping off the bridge into the river was encouraged. No laws forcing you to wear a seat belt. 18 and you could drink. Feminism back then meant free to pose for Playboy. No aids to inhibit the freaky deaky. Iowa football and basketball and wrestling were all something special. No speech codes. No sexual-harassment laws to be misused by ambitious social climbers. No handicap parking spaces. No school codes regulating relationships between men and women. Sleeping with your Professor to get a better grade was still an unofficial way to improve your GPA.
It was a different world. A world where you could travel super-sonic to an exotic city. A world before safety Nader-Nazis had taken total control. A world before everyone became a victim. A world before the rule-of-law broke down. A world before fun-killers. A world before the war between the sexes turned from cold to hot. It was an imperfect world, but a better one than we have today.
Give up. Nobody believes a word of that. You wanna know how to pick out a bullshit exaggerated story?

It's always the long windy one with too many details that nobody would remember, interspersed with "really, I can't be making this up!" details like being in the same frat as Neil Armstrong.

You're trying too hard, Bueller.
 
I've always had this conspiracy theory that state's won't allow driver-less vehicles to fully operate because it will practically eliminate all the speeding tickets and DUI income they bring in annually. We're talking millions of dollars.
Jesus dude, I thought you died or something.

You can't just take off and leave like that without saying anything.
 
Not to get all political here, but in the past 20-ish years, there has been a massive shift in government using piddly violations like this as stealth taxes against the young and poor. I got a PAULA in 1998 right before I turned 21. It was a $15 fine, plus like $30 of court costs. If you get one now, the first offense is $200, with close to $100 court costs last I heard. Second offense is a $500 fine AND they can take your license. Look, I get it that they don't want kids to drink, but my god, how big of a stick do you have to have up your ass to give a kid a $500 ticket and take away his license for having a couple of cans of Meisterbrau?

I'll say it flat out. IC cops are butt heads when it comes to students.
 
Dumb is putting yourself in that situation. The staff has made clear to him what the rules are. Ignore it and he is begging to get cited.
 
I turned 18 before I graduated high school. Went to Iowa City to experience summer rush and back then 18 was old enough to drink. Visited multiple fraternities and had an awesome 3 day weekend. A few weeks later pledged a fraternity (same one Neil Armstrong belonged to) and showed up a couple weeks before school started to assist with rush activities and settle into my dorm room (Mayflower). Co-ed dorm floor filled with girls going thru Sorority rush and one male. That's right, I was alone on the floor with approx. a dozen ladies. The adjoining dorm room (shared kitchen) was empty so a couple gals moved in temporarily while their room was being painted. I drove a 72 Cutlass convertible 442. Since some of the gals were car-less I became the chauffeur of choice fairly quick. IIRC by day 4 I was driving with 3 playmates (not actual playmates, duh) toward a spot near the iowa river to go slow-tubing down that lazy waterway that bisects IA city. Me, 3 daisy dukes and booze and not a cop or preacher in sight. One of the girls was Catholic, so I told her I was Catholic. One was Jewish so I told her I was Jewish. One was atheist, so I told her I was atheist. Ya know what Jewish girls and Catholic girls have in common? If they come from good homes they were repressed. What do you think was the first thing they wanted to do upon leaving home for college? That's right get drunk. What do you think the second thing they wanted to do was? That's right, afternoon delight with a blond blue-eyed rogue who lied about his wealth and religion.
My freshman year at Iowa was the best year of my life. It was Animal House meets Grease. At least that's how I remember it.
No car airbags. No pretentious cell phone use. Jumping off the bridge into the river was encouraged. No laws forcing you to wear a seat belt. 18 and you could drink. Feminism back then meant free to pose for Playboy. No aids to inhibit the freaky deaky. Iowa football and basketball and wrestling were all something special. No speech codes. No sexual-harassment laws to be misused by ambitious social climbers. No handicap parking spaces. No school codes regulating relationships between men and women. Sleeping with your Professor to get a better grade was still an unofficial way to improve your GPA.
It was a different world. A world where you could travel super-sonic to an exotic city. A world before safety Nader-Nazis had taken total control. A world before everyone became a victim. A world before the rule-of-law broke down. A world before fun-killers. A world before the war between the sexes turned from cold to hot. It was an imperfect world, but a better one than we have today.
Badass post Karras
 
Police ridin' Tristan, making life hard.
After hours city code, written by a tard.
How bout an all-city cage-match: Council vs. Wirfs.
Neck-tie wearing aldermen, running like smurfs.
 
[QUOTE="BrianFerentzForPresident, post: 1850989, member: 82361"]I did not come here expecting to read this today. I also did not expect to finish it after reading the first sentence. Expectations shattered. Thanks for the exposition, old man.[/QUOTE]

but you're bigger for it...
 

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