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Back on May 3, I witnessed an accident on the way to work between a motorcyle and a truck. (You can read about it on MySpace blog.) On Wednesay I had to go to court to testify about what I witnessed. This wasn't my first time in traffic court, as I was in court back in 1998 for an accident I was in, but was the other driver's fault. I have to say that court, especially traffic court, is nothing like court that you see on TV. It's actually kind of boring. There were no lawyers, just the judege, his assistant, the cop that took the accident report, the guy on the motorcyle, a witness, and me. The guys driving the truck were not there.
The cop testified first, drawing the scene of the accident on a white board and describing what happened according to the witnesses and those involved in the accident. The motorcycle guy was given the chance to ask the cop questions, but he declined. I was the next one to testify. I noticed that when I was sworn in, they didn't ask me to say "so help you God." I wonder when they stopped using it. I told the judge what happened, and afterwards, the motorcycle guy had a question for me. I freaked out a bit, but the question was lame. It was, "Did you notice if the truck's turn signal was on, or if he looked behind him before moving over." My intial thought was, "What does it matter, you were driving illegally in the bike lane!" I instead responded, "I don't remember." After I was done testifying, I was told I could stay and watch the rest, or I could go. I chose to go, only because Jason was at urgent care.
The cop testified first, drawing the scene of the accident on a white board and describing what happened according to the witnesses and those involved in the accident. The motorcycle guy was given the chance to ask the cop questions, but he declined. I was the next one to testify. I noticed that when I was sworn in, they didn't ask me to say "so help you God." I wonder when they stopped using it. I told the judge what happened, and afterwards, the motorcycle guy had a question for me. I freaked out a bit, but the question was lame. It was, "Did you notice if the truck's turn signal was on, or if he looked behind him before moving over." My intial thought was, "What does it matter, you were driving illegally in the bike lane!" I instead responded, "I don't remember." After I was done testifying, I was told I could stay and watch the rest, or I could go. I chose to go, only because Jason was at urgent care.
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