Ah, night work.
One fine morning about 3 A.M. I enter the freeway (W/B I-10 @ Fields Road) at the Morongo Indian Rez's S/W corner and see a red Toyota econo-box hauling pagodas westbound in the #1 lane. Radio traffic is non-existent, mid-week on Watch I. My useless sergeant was likely asleep, and/or with his adjunct main squeeze--the other deputy was at the other end of I-10 (20+ miles west), but what the heck--let's stop this miscreant and see what falls out of his/her pockets. I accelerate to overtake this car, which takes a couple miles--and match him at 95 MPH. That is a bit much. Add in that he had trouble maintaining lane position, and methinks thou art impaired. ENOUGH--on go the disco lights, and the solo occupant slows and pulls over at the Pennsylvania Street exit.
Sixth sense--second sight--Listen To Your Gut. DO NOT APPROACH THAT DRIVER'S DOOR......
I didn't. I trained the spotlight on the driver's mirror, and walked around the back of my car, and approached on the car's passenger side. Engine was still running, brake lights on. The driver was doing a lot of moving around, mostly trying to see behind him--intent upon that area. I walk up almost even with the driver's position, and see a silver-plated object in his right hand--a small pistol. I am about 25 feet to his '3:30' position. I point my sidearm at his right ear, and yell "DROP THAT #$@^ING GUN!"
This startles him, and he visibly gives a start and drops the pistol out of view (later found on driver's floorboard). He starts caterwauling, "I CAN'T GO BACK, I CAN'T GO BACK" repeatedly, and starts crying. I get on the radio and request assistance, and Beaumont PD wasn't busy either--they arrived within a couple minutes. By that time I had the driver put the transmission in Park, shutoff the engine, and toss the keys out of his window. The PD rolls up and we get the guy out of the car without much fuss and bother, other than his whiny demeanor. Stolen car, parolee-at-large, ex-con with gun, methed out of his gourd, and had small sales-weight meth on his person. Yessir, better living through chemistry. Don't pass "GO", don't collect $200. The pistol turned out to be one of those POS Ring-Of-Fire 25 ACP Raven or Lorcin abominations. I would have been very P/Oed to get shot with something like that. Insulted. Demeaned.
Ah, night work.