My Ride A Long With Officer Robles
It was a cold, windy Saturday morning in December. I
was heading to the Watsonville Police Department to
meet Officer Henry Robles. Officer Robles was giving
me a tour of the Watsonville Police Department. When
ten minutes into the tour he asked ďAre you ready to
go on your ride along?Ē ďYes I am,Ē I said.
A ride along is when you go with a police officer in
his patrol car and ride with him for eight to ten
hours to see what they do on a day-to-day basis. I
went on a ride along because I am interested in
pursing a career in law enforcement. I want to be a
prosecuting attorney one day.
To participate in a ride along you have to be enrolled
in the Police Departments Administration of Justice
Class, or you can be a Junior Cadet, a club for youth
who want to experience what itís like to be a police
officer. If youíre in the Administration of Justice
Class, you can go on a ride once a year. If youíre a
cadet you can go on a ride along as many times as you
want as long as a police officers is available to take
As I walked outside, I saw the patrol car. The outside
was dirty from the dayís rain, which had muddied up
the streets. I got in the car, and I saw all the cool
stuff they have inside. Police cars have a computer
through which the officers can talk to each other.
Itís like chatting, but without all the chisme. The
car has special buttons in between the passenger and
driver seats when a ďcode threeĒ comes in over the
Our first call was for a domestic disturbance. We left
to the scene of the dispute. After the domestic
disturbance was settled, we heard the dispatcher say
that there was a possible homicide by the Pajaro
Bridge. Officer Robles turned to me and said ďLetís
Go!Ē When we got to the Pajaro Bridge it turned out to
be an actual homicide. When I heard this, adrenaline
rushed through my veins. I didnít know what to do. I
was in shock.
When I saw the dead body, I tripped out. I had never
seen a dead body. I mean, Iíve seen a dead body in a
funeral before, but not like this, not out on the
streets. I saw a lot of people on the bridge wanting
to look at the dead body and wondering what had
happened. The police officers found a witness who said
he saw the man drown, then he changed his story. We
received another call and we were back on the road.
After that, we drove around Freedom, and received a
couple more calls. Officer Robles told me that he
needed to write some reports on the arrests he made. I
asked him to take me home. At 3:45 pm, I was outa
there and in my house.
From my experience, I learned that Police officers
actually do something every day. And itís not true
what people say that they just sit in their patrol
cars eating donuts or bagels. They are actually out in
the community making a difference and securing the
streets for us. So itís like the saying goes, donít
judge a book by its cover until you actually read it.
In other words donít judge anyone if you donít know
them. I canít wait for my next ride a long.