City of Cleveland Red Light Cameras – Fail

A few weeks ago, while supporting some Cleveland businesses Ennie and I got caught in the massive snow storm that hit Cleveland.

We had gone to see the live taping of NPR’s “Says You” at the Capitol Theatre and had dinner at The Happy Dog.

On our return trip to go to the December showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show I “ran a red light” according to the ticket. In fact it claims that I was going 44 mph. I was going about 25 even though the speed limit is 35 according to the document I recieved.

The speed is wrong. Radar doesn’t work right in the blizzard conditions that we were in.

Did I go through the light?

Yes. (*)

I tried to stop but even with my snow tires the unplowed, unsalted streets of the City of Cleveland I didn’t have enough traction to stop. This came as a surprise since closer to downtown (i.e. closer to the lake) the streets were in better condition. Operation Safe Streets my ass. If you want safe streets make them drivable first.

Of course I could have slammed on my brakes.

This would have resulted in one of several different scenarios:

  • I could have stranded myself in the middle of the intersection needlessly making myself a hazard
  • I could have lost control and hit the car that was stopped at the intersecting street needlessly endangering someone else that had nothing to do with any of this
  • I could have lost control and hit one of the many utility poles needlessly endangering my wife and myself
  • I could have lost control and damaged my vehicle

So, given the choices I took the only safe one and continued safely through the light.

The fine is $100. Or maybe it’s just the tax that I can’t really fight.

Other than the upcoming QuinStreet Christmas party and the Indians Home Opener (to which I’m taking my mom to and already have tickets) I will boycot the city and it’s businesses one day for each dollar.

Of course that means nothing.

But If I would have gone down I will call up the restaurant and let them know why I didn’t go.

Yeah. It’s a dick move.

I’m not a Cleveland resident. I don’t have a choice to vote to people on their council. I don’t have a chance to complain to them directly.

The best I can do is delegate to someone that does — as annoying is that is.

The clock starts tomorrow and expires on April 3rd 2011.

Fuck you Cleveland.

* – Ok, if you think that laws are absolute and must be enforced mindlessly then let’s first round up everyone who killed someone in combat in war conditions and put them in jail for murder. Or if someone attacks me? Killing is killing right? Or making an illegal turn to get out of the way of an ambulance with all other traffic stopped. Stupid counterexamples. I’m sure you can come up with hundreds more.

Posed nude

On June 26, 2004 I was part of a bit of history — me and 2753 fellow Clevelanders made history by being part of the largest nude photo shoot that Spencer Tunick shot.

Ok, so it’s not really news since it’s been over six years since that’s happened, but it just came to mind for some reason. I don’t really know why. It might be because I ran into the T-shirt I got a few days ago. Whatever it is, it’s something that I’ll never really forget. (Incidentally ”Posed Nude” was the front of the shirt)

It was a cold cold day for a late June day that year — and we started just as the sun was coming up over the horizon. Slowly people were walking down to the Rock Hall and milling about waiting for someone to tell us what to do. Most everyone seemed a bit nervous — we all knew what was coming up.

We first heard about Spencer Tunick back around 2002 or so. We watched a special on him on HBO on a snowy winter night. Mr. Tunick started taking pictures of folks mainly in urban locations. We both looked at each other and decided that we would want to do that at some point. Of course we didn’t call up Spencer or anything to make it happen.

We did run around naked for a moment.

But no one saw us.

A few year went by… then somehow we found out that Tunick would be in town. It didn’t take too long to realize that we wouldn’t have many opportunities to do something so crazy.

Mustering up our courage we went downtown. We were meeting a few other folks we knew as well that would do something like this. Courage in numbers.

For some reason the biggest thing I worried about was what’s going to happen to my little pile of clothes as I walked away to follow to herd. When everyone else is just as naked it somehow doesn’t matter that you are.

Naked in downtown Cleveland.

Looking up at the skyline. Next to the Rock Hall and a big ship with it’s crew looking down somewhat amused.

Waiting to be told where to go.

Everyone nervously looking around. Looking to see if anyone is looking. Lying down on the cold bricks on East 9th.

We did it!

I’m somewhere in that mass of people!

Being art.

Smile

Cheers to everyone else that was down there with us!

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