NEVADA POLICE DEPARTMENT
The car you see pictured here was the patrol unit assigned to me back in 1998 by the Nevada, MO Police Department. I drove this unit for a long time. It handled almost like a little go-cart with it's low front seats and zippy front wheel drive. This was a 1997 Chevy Lumina. It was known to us as "Car 2."
There wasn't much room in it. Usually I had a gear bag in the front passenger seat unless I was hauling a prisoner or...a partner.
I worked at Nevada P.D. from January of 1998 to May of 2000 (when I married my girl and moved to Stoddard County).
I worked in Stover before I moved to Nevada. I didn't want to go to Nevada but a friend kept hounding me to go and work with him! "You'll learn real police work there." And he was right. I got my claws into quite a few assault, child abuse, and neglect cases...and more DWI arrests then you could shake an empty bottle at. The only thing...and I do mean the ONLY thing I did not like about working in Nevada was Road Kill Duty...and that is exactly what it sounds like.
I often miss Nevada. I miss my supervisor and friend Sgt. Steve Gayman who was killed early one morning on his way home from work. I miss Jeff Baker and Steve Schlup, two guys that I loved having around when it was time to wipe the frost off my glasses and kick doors! Francken was a pal. Jay Rider and I use to work our own self appointed warrant team and go hunting! Thompson and Crockett were level headed compadres. Sgt. Williams was always there to lend a hand when it was needed. Man, I miss those guys!
We use to call each other on the radio and call out to meet under an old overpass. One night one of the sergeants told us to quit doing that over the radio. "It sounds bad!" He said. Francken and I devised a plan to hit the mic key with two quick short bursts. No audio traffic, just two clicks across the speaker. This meant to start heading toward the old meet-up place. I talked to an old friend on the phone the other day who told me the officers in Nevada still use that technique. Who knew we would be "trend setters?"
There wasn't much room in it. Usually I had a gear bag in the front passenger seat unless I was hauling a prisoner or...a partner.
I worked at Nevada P.D. from January of 1998 to May of 2000 (when I married my girl and moved to Stoddard County).
I worked in Stover before I moved to Nevada. I didn't want to go to Nevada but a friend kept hounding me to go and work with him! "You'll learn real police work there." And he was right. I got my claws into quite a few assault, child abuse, and neglect cases...and more DWI arrests then you could shake an empty bottle at. The only thing...and I do mean the ONLY thing I did not like about working in Nevada was Road Kill Duty...and that is exactly what it sounds like.
I often miss Nevada. I miss my supervisor and friend Sgt. Steve Gayman who was killed early one morning on his way home from work. I miss Jeff Baker and Steve Schlup, two guys that I loved having around when it was time to wipe the frost off my glasses and kick doors! Francken was a pal. Jay Rider and I use to work our own self appointed warrant team and go hunting! Thompson and Crockett were level headed compadres. Sgt. Williams was always there to lend a hand when it was needed. Man, I miss those guys!
We use to call each other on the radio and call out to meet under an old overpass. One night one of the sergeants told us to quit doing that over the radio. "It sounds bad!" He said. Francken and I devised a plan to hit the mic key with two quick short bursts. No audio traffic, just two clicks across the speaker. This meant to start heading toward the old meet-up place. I talked to an old friend on the phone the other day who told me the officers in Nevada still use that technique. Who knew we would be "trend setters?"