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2017-04-30 07:30:05 AM  
Okay, so back in the day, as in about 1994, my buddy calls me and needs a ride to work. We both work in the same nearby city, about 20 miles away, so it's no big deal. I swing by and pick him up in my 1987 Celica GTS.

Now this is my friend who had a Hurst Olds 455 that was stuck in a '69 sedan with single-traction rear-end, and the original suspension. He always liked to brag about that car, but anytime he took it above 80 it would scare the crap out of you and the suspension would be like woooom, woooom, woooom, WTF? It was absolutely a great engine but totally the wrong engine for a '69 Cutlass sedan with a single-traction rear end and stock suspension. But still, he loved to brag, and he had yet to be humbled.

Then I bought my Celica.

It had a few modifications, such as a switch on the dash that would cut all of the rear lights out (including the brake lights and the light over the license plate). I went back to the used car dealer to ask him where he got it, he told me "at a police auction". Okay then.

So we're on our way to work on some two-lane backroads in my Celica. There's a long stretch of about a mile or so that's nothing but straightaway, no one else around, so I drop it back to 4th and I redline it at 100. Then I go to 5th, and keep pushing it. 105, 110, 115, 120, 121, 122, 123, 124, 125, 126... and then a car tops the hill about a quarter mile ahead of us.

So I back off of it, not wanting to really put us in any danger, and within a second or two I see the lights on top of the car. It's a cop. So I downshift, and I imagine we're doing about 70 or so by the time we pass ways. In my rearview mirror, I see the cop turn around, so I know I'm screwed.

There's a railroad track about a quarter mile up the road, and this place is so redneck there's no lights or bars or anything, just a stop sign. So I stop at it, and go really slow after it until the cop catches up. I pull over, and he comes to the window.

"License and registration, please"

"Here you are, sir."

"Ever been pulled over before?"

"No sir, first time."

"Well, lemme run your license, and if that's the case, I'll just talk to you for a minute."

At this point, I was breathing this huge sigh of relief. The speed limit was 40 on this road, and I was doing literally 3 times that. I could not imagine what the ticket would have been. My friend and I had our eyes glued to the speedometer (which went up to 150) to see what I could get out of the Celica, so we both knew I was doing 126 when the cop topped the hill.

So the cop walks back to his car, and after a few minutes, he comes back to my window.

"Son, how fast was you boys doin' back there?"

"Well, sir, I wasn't paying much attention, but I'll tell you it was too fast."

"Well, I gotcha doin' 75."

At this point, my friend in the passenger seat guffawed. I don't mean a slight chuckle, it was like
"Sppllllltttttttttttttttttt lemme borrow a Kleenex to wipe all this off the dash" sort of thing. He thought that the cop saying he only got us doing 75 instead of 126 was the funniest thing he'd ever heard in his life.

And the cop just stared at him.

Anyway, I got off with a warning, we got to work, and my friend never rode with me again.

So what's your CSB about not getting a ticket when you deserved one?
 
2017-04-30 07:56:51 AM  
I worked for a car rental company. We would pick up and take customers back to their car at a repair shop. So I was driving a variety of cars multiple times a day, and the same speed that felt fast in one car felt like were crawling in another. I was taking a customer back to their car, and I was easily more than 15 over the limit on this suburban road. I top a hill and there's a motorcycle cop with a radar. I come off the gas and he just shakes his finger at me as I go by.
 
2017-04-30 08:02:15 AM  
 
2017-04-30 08:17:33 AM  
I have two really great stories about this. I'll post the other one later in the day.

My freshman year in college, one of my new friends invited me to stay with her family in Kansas City for spring break. We took my car, a 1981 Toyota Starlet, to her house and got settled. The Starlet was a tiny 5-speed manual that had a manual choke like a lawnmower. I would have to floor it to barely get to 55 mph getting on the highway.

That night, we planned to go see my friend's boyfriend in Lawrence, KS and her mom offered the use of her 1964 Dart that had been fitted with a 400+ HP engine. It was a gorgeous vehicle and of course we said fark yeah and I was allowed to drive it.

Getting on the highway, I floored it as usual and before I could blink I was going over 140 and was both terrified and thrilled. As I let off the gas, blue flashing lights right behind me.

I pull over and one seriously angry patrolman comes to the window yelling, "136 in a 55!!! You were going ONE THIRTY SIX!" I tried to explain that I wasn't used to a car like this and I was so sorry, etc. and he just told me to get ready for jail. He takes my license back to his car and my friend and I just cry.

A few minutes later he comes back and says this:
"Well now, it must be your lucky day. A multiple-car accident with injuries just happened a couple miles up the highway and I'm the closest so I have to go immediately. If someone had to die tonight to keep you out of jail, I don't know how you will forgive yourself. You're in the system so if you spit on the sidewalk, or even look funny at a cop in the state of Kansas for the next 24 hours you're in big trouble. Slow down."

Then he sped off.

Sure enough, traffic slowed to a crawl, and after we got underway we passed the scene and it was grisly. I babied that car the rest of the night and have not been back to KS since.
 
2017-04-30 08:19:02 AM  
Holy crap that story happened in Overland Park on 435 (link above my post).
 
2017-04-30 08:26:42 AM  
Prolly the fyre festival.
 
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2017-04-30 08:30:31 AM  
I was the passenger.

We were about 21, headed east on Memorial Drive in front of MIT. Six lane divided highway where the average speed is 40-45. The road forks and the forks cross. You have to take a left to go right, and a right to go left. Google street view.

We want to go left, so he takes the left exit ramp and quickly realizes his mistake. Backs up to go the other way and a police officer is right there waiting for him. Officer must have beamed down from his spaceship because we hadn't noticed a car or officer 20 seconds before.

Knock knock, do you know what you did? Yeah, I'm sorry. License, please.

I'm a normal looking college student, but he's in ROTC with the hair to match. He makes sure his military ID is visible when he pulls out his wallet. There's a Fort Devens parking sticker on the windshield.

Verbal warning and sent on our way.

That's the only time I've been pulled over when the driver deserved a ticket.

About 10 years later when we'd made some money in the dot com bubble another friend rented a supercar and almost killed himself on that ramp.
 
2017-04-30 08:30:46 AM  
I was riding my motorcycle into work on a beautiful spring day. I had just picked my bike up from the shop, where it had been for a month, and so was heading in a little later than normal.

Coming off an interchange onto the 134, I found, miraculously, no vehicles ahead of me on the freeway. A little further on, just before the 210, the road makes a series of long, sweeping curves and as I entered them I increased the throttle some. I may have dropped a gear or two.

Coming out of the curves, I resumed normal highway speeds and continued on my way. Ten, maybe twenty seconds later, a highway patrol car tore up behind me, lights flashing, siren chirping.

While I had been quick to notice that the road ahead of me had been free of traffic, I had not thought to look behind.

I pulled over at the first opportunity, turned off my bike, removed my helmet and waited for the officer. He walked up and asked, "Do you know how fast you were going back there?"

"Not exactly, but when you came up behind me I was moving with the traffic, I'd guess around 65 or 70."

"Before that. I was a couple of car lengths behind you on the 134. You went around a curve. By the time I got around the curve, you were no longer anywhere in sight."

"Ah, right, well, about that..." and here I explained about the first day back on the bike, the month in the shop, that I'd had to drive a Nissan Versa, and that it was such a beautiful day who knows what may or may not have happened when faced with an open stretch of road like that. After a month in the shop.

As I wrapped up my explanation, I dropped my eyes for a second. In doing so, I noticed something odd. I looked back up at the officer's face, paused for a second, then asked, "Are those cavalry boots?"

Without waiting for an answer, I looked at his vehicle, "That's not your car is it?"

I turned back to him. He looked at me with the faintest hint of a smile. "Nope, my motorcycle is in the shop. Slow down out there and don't let me stop you again."

Then he turned and walked back to his car.
 
2017-04-30 08:31:12 AM  
No license
No insurance
No registration
Stolen, out of state plates

State Trooper

Got a warning.
I was 45, white, and explained how I was fleeing an abusive relationship.

I went to his funeral years later to pay my respects
 
2017-04-30 08:35:42 AM  
I can honestly say I've never been pulled over except when I actually deserved to get a ticket.
 
2017-04-30 08:39:06 AM  

ytterbium: Holy crap that story happened in Overland Park on 435 (link above my post).


Johnson County is home to some of the worst drivers in the country.

You gotta drive fast to avoid em.
 
2017-04-30 08:43:11 AM  

dittybopper: I can honestly say I've never been pulled over except when I actually deserved to get a ticket.



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2017-04-30 08:49:44 AM  
Not my story, I guess. But I was the passenger, and just a kid.

Early 90's, going cross country with my brother (16 years my elder). He used to build cars and drive them to car shows. Placed a few times, got a truck of his in SuperFord magazine once and on a Calender. In the age before bolt-on kits my brother used to work at a shop where customizing cars required fabrication and cutting torches.

Anyway, we're in his Silver 77(?) Mercury Capri. Hatchback. Heavily customized, lots of body mods, Euro components completely factory-looking but aftermarket fabricated spoiler and louvers on the back glass. Years later he would be accused of buying and installing a "The Porsche Kit" when such things became available. Fun thing about the Capri is that you could take the engine from an 80's Mustang GT and drop it right in with little additional work, the weight savings meant it just went faster than the GT. So that is why my brother did just a week before the trip.

It's late at night we're somewhere in middle of Flat America on our way back from California to NY. No streetlights. 2 lane each-way highway.  The only visually interesting thing since the sun went down was the occasional boulder in the grass median.

No one else is on the road so my brother is driving above the speed limit, but not obscenely so. Maybe 75 in a 65 when the first car in a long time appears on an on ramp. The Guy is cooking. He's coming at the highway at an angle is he is easily catching up to us but slows to match our pace. My bro moves to the left lane to give the guy room to get on without having to change speed himself and he pulls up right along side of us... in is 924 Turbo. Silver. With the spoiler and rear louver.

The guy keeps hitting the gas to jump ahead then falls back in line with us. He's looking for a race. My Brother waves the guy off and slows down a bit but he keeps popping head and falling back 3-4 times. He checks my seat belt, rolls up the window and gives the guy a nod.

The dude takes off like a shot but we're right behind. 80. 90. 110. 120. 125 and we're finally gaining on the guy. Slight decline in the road and we're overtaking him. 135. The speedometer tops out at 140 and that is where we are. My brother yells something about a limiter as we pass him. Ground levels out again but the guy can't make any gains on us and lets off the gas.

I'm all of 12-13 and I was just in my first street race and I was taking it as my own personal victory. I'm wrapped around my seat now looking out the back window when I see it... A Cop hiding behind that boulder we just passed.

Lights up the roof and starts to pull out, but we just did 120+ right by him and we're already half a mile away. He turns the lights off and pulls back into the median to go back behind his boulder. The Porsche is no where to be seen.

Brother takes foot off the gas, but never brakes. No where to exit.

About 15 minutes later we see another cop up ahead on the road doing about 10 miles under the limit in the right lane. We know what is about to happen but we stay in the left, about 5 under, and pass him. As soon as we do he's behind us with the lights on.

We're on the side of the road for a bit before he gets out of the cruiser and comes up to my brothers window. Liscense, Reg. Tells us he had gotten a radio from about 30 miles back he was doing 145 MPH.

Brother: 145? This is a 4-cylinder car. I can't go that fast.
Cop: Well, you're the only Silver Porsche I see out here.
Bro: Porsche? This is a Mercury.
Cop: (Shines light on the registration sticker)
Bro: THAT is a Silver Porsche (points to the 924 now driving past, looking out his window at us)
Cop: Sorry for the confusion, sir. (hands back paperwork)

Few minutes later we passed the Porsche on the side of the road with the same cop.
 
2017-04-30 09:12:02 AM  
I'm a white dude who looks like a hippie. I have the opposite thing happen. Now I'm excessively paranoid on the road.
/becau$e Maine i$ all about $afety.
 
2017-04-30 09:15:34 AM  
There are far too many of those to begin to recount them all.
 
2017-04-30 09:15:55 AM  
I was driving south on I-95 from my parents' house on Long Island back home in Maryland in my 2007 Shelby GT500.  I was about 29 at the time.  I-95 has a 55 MPH speed limit through Delaware and about a mile into Maryland, where it increases to 65 MPH all the way to Baltimore.  I was doing 64 MPH in Delaware and was accelerating to 74 as I crossed the state line.  Sure enough, there was a Maryland State Trooper sitting in the median just across the border.  I see him and let off the gas, but thanks to the boat anchor of an engine and a 59/41 weight distribution, the nose settled considerably when I took my foot off the gas.  Sure enough, the cop lit up and pulled me over.

I had recently read an article in Car and Driver about how to behave during a traffic stop, so I executed their recommendations to the letter.  Pulled far off onto the shoulder so the cop would feel safe, turned off the car, turned on interior lights, took keys out of ignition and placed on dash, lowered both windows, and placed both hands on the wheel, remaining totally still until the cop approached my passenger side.

He asked for license and registration, and I told him I needed to reach into the glove compartment.  He agreed, and I did so slowly and deliberately.  My registration is kept in the leather-bound manual case that comes with the GT500.

Now, side story.  A year earlier I had attended a Team Shelby event in Dearborn, MI where a bunch of GT500 owners and Shelby enthusiasts got to tour the AutoAlliance plant where Mustangs are built, and the Romeo Engine Plant where the 5.4L supercharged V8s are hand-built on the "Niche Line" by two-person teams.  It was a blast - I got to meet my actual engine builders, and even had them sign my car under the hood.  I also had them sign the front cover of my manual case.  I also had the pleasure of meeting Henry Ford III (a fellow GT500 owner), who was gracious enough to sign both my manual case and my passenger airbag cover.

So, as I'm removing the registration from the manual case, I see the cop's eyes going from the dash to the cover and back.  I'm thinking to myself, "If this guy's a Ford fan, I'm in the clear.  If he's a Chevy or Mopar guy, I'm screwed."  He takes my docs back to his car and I wait a few minutes.

He comes back with a warning, hands me the paperwork, and says, "Slow down...and take care of that awesome car."

Guess he was a Ford guy!
 
2017-04-30 09:21:13 AM  
Kansas: Running 120 mph on I-70   Somebody passes me.   30 seconds later  KHP is pulling them over.
 
2017-04-30 09:22:35 AM  
How about the opposite?

Lost in Bumblefark, Missouri in the pouring rain with my little sister and her friend in a car with no navigation. Stop at a stop sign for probably 5 minutes while we try to figure out where the fark to go. Cop rolls up, so we start moving. He flashes his lights and signals for us to pull over, but it's a two lane rode with swampy asswater on either side. The tall SUV we're in is almost certain to roll if I pull off, so we drive a bit trying to find a place. He starts blaring the siren and honking, so I pull off as much as I can.

He comes up yelling and screaming saying I tried to ram him at the stop sign even though he was behind us (??!). He yells and tries to intimidate us for about 5 minutes before writing me a ticket for running the stop sign. Family friend who's an attorney later told me that it's pretty common for rural police to write bogus tickets to out-of-towners because they're not likely to show up to court and fight it.

Protect and serve, am I right?
 
2017-04-30 09:27:01 AM  
Many moons ago, my buddy and I borrowed my roommates Aries K car to go clubbing up at Hampton Beach. After a fine night of drinking and dancing we head home. Driving down 286 in traffic. Apparently i was drifting into the breakdown lane.

A car about three ahead of us pulls over. As I pass I see it's a state trooper. Oh shiat. He pulls out behind me and hits the lights. I pull over.

He asks for license and registration. I hand him my license and my buddy opens the glove box to get the registration. Out drops a huge bag of pills. The statie's hand drops to his gun and he asked what that was. I informed him my roommate was a health freak and those were his vitamins. He relaxed and took the info. Then it came. "Step out of the car". Here we go. I had been drinking but had also been dancing so I thought I was ok to drive. Did the sobriety test and amazingly passed. he said come to my car and get in the front seat.

He was getting ready to write the ticket but first he decided to yell at me about drinking and driving. At that moment his radio went off. "Unit 52, hit and run, high speed heading your way". He looked at me, I looked at him, and we heard "VROOOOOOOOM" as the suspect flew by us doing about a 100. He shoved my license/registration into my hand, leaned over me, opened the door, and while one handedly pushing me out of the car onto the ground said "Drive safe". And floored it.

I ran back to my car and got the hell out of there as quick as i dared...
 
2017-04-30 09:30:26 AM  
Got two, one as a passenger, one as a driver. So here they are in no particular order.

CSB #1
We we all packed for a big family trip. Dad took the lead in his van, towing our camper trailer, and mom following in the volvo wagon, my aunt riding shotgun, and us kids belted in the backseat. I was young, so many details are sketchy, but a few are burned into my memory.

As we came up to an intersection, Mom and Aunty are looking at a map, trying to figure out where we are, and where we need to be going. At this point, i'm looking out the window, as both of them are staring at the map ... the car is still moving. Mom had only slowed down.

Bang.

Dad HAD stopped at the intersection.

This was WAY before cellphones, but someone had called in the accident, because very shortly, a nice police officer came up to the scene, and asked both drivers for their licence and registration. Upon noticing that the family name, address, and all other details on all the paper work was identical, he looked at my parents, handed back the paperwork, and said something along the lines of "... enjoy your vacation"

CSB #2

playing in a band in my college days, and having access to a station wagon (not the same one from above) i got to not only haul my own gear, but that of the drummer. We finished our gig, chugged down what was remaining of our bar tab beers, and headed home at 3am ... right into a drinking&driving roadside check. I'd maybe had three beers all night, but two of those had been in the last 20 minutes.

"Licence and registration. have you had anything to drink tonight?" the officer asks

"Sir, I have 4000 dollars worth of my own gear, plus 6k of the drummers, all in a car that is barely worth 3. You think I'm dumb enough to drink and drive?"

Thank FSM form clear rear windows on the car. Officer looks at the crammed back of the station wagon, hands back my paperwork, and tells us to have a good night
 
2017-04-30 09:31:15 AM  
Got busted 4 times with marijuana let go each time. One of those instances I had to pick up my brother from a school dance at river crest country club in Fort Worth. I was early so I thought I'd smoke a bowl and cruise down Hidden road that ends at the trinity river and is behind property of very rich people like the bass brothers. As I drove down hidden road, two cop cars turned their lights on and then pulled me out of my car. There was a pipe in my pocket and seven roaches in my ashtray. As they were searching me another car came and the cops pulled them over and searched him. The cops found out that guy had just broken into a house. As me and that guy sat Handcuffed against our cars, several more cars came down and they were all then handcuffed as well. Still, I had no idea what was going on. As the cops were talking, I heard them say " they have warrants and a shotgun in their trunk, this guy was robbing houses, and this guy has no record and has marijuana." While the cops continued to talk, a tractor trailer car carrier came down hidden road and parked at the bottom. One of the cops finally came to me and wrote me a ticket for paraphernalia and then let me go, however The road was blocked for me to leave so I parked it away from the others to avoid the tow. By this time of the night,  I was pretty late to get my brother so as I was walking  up hidden road to get my brother at the country club, more cars started to go down hidden road. Still Having no idea wtf was going on, I yelled at the cars to turn around because of all the cops. Some unmarked cop car then pulled up and yelled at me for diverting the cars. When I made it on the the golf course I saw a group of guya dressed like the prohibition era (derby hats, etc.) walking towards hidden road. I told them about the cops and asked if they knew what was going on. One told me there was to be a gang fight at the bottom of hidden road and then he told his group to hide their knives. The guy asked my name and I gave him something and then told him I had to leave. As I walked away towards the clubhouse the guy kept calling my name. Finally, when I got my 11 yo brother I told him I got busted with marijuana, and he didn't seem to care. we walked back down to my car where there was no sign that anything had just gone down. I took my paraphernalia ticket to a ticket attorney paid 35 bucks and they found no record of me ever getting the ticket. I had a copy of it, but the police officer never turned his in.
 
2017-04-30 09:31:34 AM  
Utah, back country, in a rental Celica. Sloooow car ahead, but double lines means I get to follow Chad through multiple S-bends...

A break! Pull out, pass, double lines restart after 100 yards, cruiser pulls out of brush, lights, siren. Gotcha.

Pull over, wait. "Can I see your driver's operating licence? "

Hand over licence. It has a colour photo of me, and my address where I worked for the last 13 months. He reads it aloud, several times...

"B43, Pink Palace, Panguna, Bougainville, Papua-New Guinea".

Looks at me, looks at that damn licence, asks himself WTF?

"I'm issuing you with a Warning! "
 
2017-04-30 09:35:42 AM  
Not getting a ticket when I deserved one? 

How about got a ticket when I didn't.

I"m a 60 year old lady, driving my husband's 8 year old Prius home at 1am, because he had 3 martini's, and I had none. We're coming home after his show closed (directed a Gilbert and Sullivan show, it went well, and he was celebrating. He decided he had celebrated just a wee bit much, and let me take the wheel) We were 1 mile from home after driving 40 miles, when a state police pulls me over. Bright lights in my eyes, license, registration, insurance papers, please. We wait, and wait, and wait. Do you know why I pulled you over?

No idea.

Your rear brake light is out. Safety issue. I'm going to have to give you a ticket.

No warning, no, get it fixed and mail in proof of purchase of a bulb, etc.
Just, here's a 100$ ticket.

Damn.

So, since I'm the driver, it's my responsibility.  Husband was supposed to mail in the check. (I earn the money, he handles the bills. It works for us.)

But Noooooo. He contests the ticket.

Which means I have to take a day off work, and show up at court. And sit there with 250 of my closest friends waiting for my time in front of a special lawyer with the ability to dismiss the case, or whatever. I don't know, I've never been to court before. Never got a ticket before!

3 hours later, my name is called, she takes one look at the case, asks me what happened, swears at the trooper who isn't there, nolles it, tells me to get to work. I have to not get a ticket for a year. I think I have 4 months left.

Damn cop.
 
2017-04-30 09:36:08 AM  

Paleorific: Kansas: Running 120 mph on I-70   Somebody passes me.   30 seconds later  KHP is pulling them over.


I call them (the passers), angels.
 
2017-04-30 09:36:16 AM  
Early 90's. Driving a mid '80's Dodge Daytona across the Bissel Bridge in Connecticut, a state well known for handing out incredibly expensive tickets. So I usually kept it to a reasonable speed.
But that evening I put my foot into it. The bridge was empty and straight, and I had the needle on the only-goes-to-85MPH speedometer buried on the "P" on the MPH at the bottom of the dial.
And then, far off, I saw a flashing light in the breakdown lane. It was dusk, and it was hard to make out the color, but I eased off and prepared to get a ticket that would kill a few week's pay at my crummy job, jack my insurance rates into space, and generally ruin my life.
And then, as I got closer, I could make out the flashing light. It was yellow, and on the top of a lone construction barrel, flashing forlornly after being left there by the crew after picking up the rest of its friends.

Whew.
 
2017-04-30 09:38:42 AM  
Last year, 74 in a 55. Three years ago, 53 in a 35. No tickets.

/ White man
// Clean driving record
/// Convinced they treat habitual offenders differently
 
2017-04-30 09:40:58 AM  
Thought of one initially but ox45's reminded me of another (which I'll type up after some coffee...).

Anyway, mid August 1990 & a certain Iraqi dictator had just invaded Kuwait a little less than three weeks before.  Guard & Reserve units being called up all over the country & my Guard unit had drill that weekend.  We were also going to the field to roll in the mud or other armyish things so I had a couple of duffle bags worth of gear rolling around in the back of my truck.  From where I was living at the time it was about an hour's drive to the unit & I had 45 min to get there on time.  Flying up a divided highway doing about 85+ in a 55 I crest the top of a hill & right there in the median is a State Trooper (in OH, you 'never' get out of a ticket with them).  Knowing I'm completely busted I start pulling over before he even wakes up from his nap...

Taking his time strolling up to the window I can see he's checking out the gear in the back & the fact that I'm in uniform at the time.  "License & registration...." (I hand them over) "Hmmm..... you boys been activated?"  "I don't know sir, Top just told me to get there as quick as possible..." (which was completely true, sort of.  He told me he'd have my ass if I was late again so I was trying to get there as quick as possible....).   "Hmmm, looking at your license I see today's your birthday" "Yes sir, hell of a way to spend it.... (I didn't particularly want to spend it rolling in the mud, but...)"  "Well son, if you promise to slow down & take care of yourself 'over there' I guess you can keep on heading up the road..." (shocked look on my face...) "Uh thank you sir"  "No thank you son.... " (this was well before the false enthusiastic patriotism hit the country & being thanked for one's service was about as rare as .... well, as rare as getting out of a ticket from an OH State Trooper...)

So off I went to drill (& the ass chewing by Top, as after being stopped there was no way I was going to be on time).  I get there to find that the weekend of rolling in the mud has been cancelled (happy birthday to me...), but that was because we had to inventory everything & quickly figure out a load out plan for our 'very' expected call up.  In the end though we never got the call to go sit in the sandbox for GW1 & went back to rolling in the mud on a regular basis.  After everything was said & done over there we found out that if the ground war had gone on one more day we would have been activated (not that we would have made it though mobilization before everything was over, but still....)
 
2017-04-30 09:43:21 AM  

Recoil Therapy: Thought of one initially but ox45's reminded me of another (which I'll type up after some coffee...).

Anyway, mid August 1990 & a certain Iraqi dictator had just invaded Kuwait a little less than three weeks before.  Guard & Reserve units being called up all over the country & my Guard unit had drill that weekend.  We were also going to the field to roll in the mud or other armyish things so I had a couple of duffle bags worth of gear rolling around in the back of my truck.  From where I was living at the time it was about an hour's drive to the unit & I had 45 min to get there on time.  Flying up a divided highway doing about 85+ in a 55 I crest the top of a hill & right there in the median is a State Trooper (in OH, you 'never' get out of a ticket with them).  Knowing I'm completely busted I start pulling over before he even wakes up from his nap...

Taking his time strolling up to the window I can see he's checking out the gear in the back & the fact that I'm in uniform at the time.  "License & registration...." (I hand them over) "Hmmm..... you boys been activated?"  "I don't know sir, Top just told me to get there as quick as possible..." (which was completely true, sort of.  He told me he'd have my ass if I was late again so I was trying to get there as quick as possible....).   "Hmmm, looking at your license I see today's your birthday" "Yes sir, hell of a way to spend it.... (I didn't particularly want to spend it rolling in the mud, but...)"  "Well son, if you promise to slow down & take care of yourself 'over there' I guess you can keep on heading up the road..." (shocked look on my face...) "Uh thank you sir"  "No thank you son.... " (this was well before the false enthusiastic patriotism hit the country & being thanked for one's service was about as rare as .... well, as rare as getting out of a ticket from an OH State Trooper...)

So off I went to drill (& the ass chewing by Top, as after being stopped there was no way I was going to be on time).  I ge ...


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2017-04-30 09:52:15 AM  
Suspended license, no registration, no insurance, expired inspection sticker. The inspection sticker was on the passenger side of the windshield. I had just started a new job. I drove my vehicle to the jobsite. At break time I drove to the convenience store. On the way back I passed a cop who was pulling out of a street to my right. I saw his head follow my car from his left to right and I thought, "Oh boy, here we go."

So I took the very next right turn hoping to get lost in the neighborhood before he gave chase. To no avail, before I could finish a second turn I saw him whip around the corner so I pulled over and came to a stop. He pulls in behind me, gets out of his car and approaches my window.

He says, "What's up with your car, man?"

I took a deep breath and started explaining that I had been out of work for awhile and couldn't afford to pay for all the requirements. I said I had just gotten a job and needed to just get a couple paychecks and I could take care of everything.

He takes my license from me and says, "So you're driving around with no insurance?"

I said, "Trust me, if everybody had to drive around with no insurance the roads would probably be a lot safer."

He laughs and says, "Well...that's not how we do it in this state." Then he sort of looks around. He's tapping my license on my door where my window is rolled down. Then he says, "I'm going to give you a break, I'm just not sure how." More tapping. He takes another look at the license and says, "I'm not even sure if this is good!" I say nothing, silently acknowledging that perhaps he's on to something. It's not like he couldn't go check it.

Finally he says, "OK...I want you to roll your window up and get out of the car. Then just start walking down the street. I'm going to leave. At least, you know, wait until I'm out of sight, you know? Then, just...do whatever you have to do. Don't let me find you again."

I thanked him and immediately did what I was told. He kept his end of the bargain and drove away. As soon as he was gone I did an about face and walked back to my car and drove away.
 
2017-04-30 09:58:12 AM  
I was 16 years old, in the '79 Camaro that me and my dad had spent the last year building.  I was driving my boss home from work (after his fifth DUI, he didn't have a license) in a town about 15 miles from work. The pizza joint we worked at closed at midnight, and this is in the backwoods of Georgia, so traffic really wasn't an issue.  I'm humming along at around 75, when a fox-body Mustang comes up behind me and starts to pass me.  I decided to make it interesting, so I put the hammer down.  I get up to about 125 and decided that was as fast as I wanted to go.  Well here comes this Mustang, blowing by me.  I didn't really want to press the issue, so I backed off.  About half a mile up the road, I see the same Mustang pulled over by a state trooper.  My boss and I rolled by slowly, with the windows down, laughing as loudly as we could.
 
2017-04-30 09:59:16 AM  
There was a time when I got a ticket and wondered why I wasn't arrested.  In college I was so drunk one night that I just thought it was a great idea to piss on that cop car.  Well, they caught up to me, the rest was just bits and pieces of the night.  The only reason I knew was that I woke up with the ticket in my back pocket.  I almost wanted to go to the court, not to defend myself, but because I knew the officer that issued it would have to be there.  I would have asked him why he didn't throw me in the drunk tank for the rest of the weekend, and if he carried me up stairs and tucked me in bed because I thought I remembered that.
/probably not, but just pay the thing through the mail
 
2017-04-30 10:00:58 AM  
I and a bunch of friends were visiting Chicago for the weekend. One was an Illinois native, we were staying at the apartment of his old professor. I was driving crosstown to something or other - a play I think - and got pulled over. It was right where the highway split, more than a full lane of space between the two halves, so I pulled in there.

The cop was unbelievably nice. Since I had Michigan plates, he assumed that we'd just arrived off the freeway and were used to driving interstate speeds. Let me off with a friendly warning about speed limits in the city. As he was pulling away, we noticed that we'd been about to take the wrong turn on the freeway - his pulling us over actually saved us from getting lost. We pulled onto the correct road and weren't even late.

It helps that I've always had a baby face that screams "boy scout" - security guards instinctively trust me and let me go anywhere.
 
2017-04-30 10:01:51 AM  
So, I was broke. Super broke, with a new kid. My license tabs were out of date and I knew it, but I was waiting for my tax refund to come in. After all, 60-odd bucks is a lot of money!

After work one fine spring day, turning left onto a residential street, a cop hung back after everyone else had turned. I knew I was busted and barely accelerated after the turn. Sure enough, cherries were flashed and I pulled over.

He looked at me giving him my best "harmless fat white woman from suburbia" persona and rolled his eyes. He asked if I knew my tabs were out of date, and I told him the truth, that money was tight and I was waiting for the refund. I didn't pull a long involved sob story or loosen any blouse buttons though. While we were talking THREE other cops rolled by, including the K-9 unit, asking if he needed any help with this one, which he waved off.

He came back after running my license, after finding it clean, and Just. Stared. At. Me. For about 20-30 seconds. I tried not to fidget. Then he said, "Get this done as soon as you possibly can. In another month, if I pull you over again, I will arrest you for a felony." Turns out license tabs six months out of date in MN are a felony offense, which must lead to some interesting jail cell introduction conversations. The cop glared at me for a few more seconds then drove off in search of real criminals.

I called my husband while still parked, and had him check the bank balance. The refund had deposited the day before. I drove directly to the DMV. The new tabs were 57 dollars. Pretty sure the six-month ticket and subsequent legal issue would have been a skosh more.
 
2017-04-30 10:03:54 AM  
A couple of years back I rented an RV and took the family on a long loop from the East coast all thorough the various interesting parts of Utah, Arizona and the like.  This involved more than a bit of driving and I did all of it since my wife was recovering from surgery.

On one of the longest driving days coming home we spent the morning in Petroglyph National Monument in Albuquerque, then packed up and drove to OK City.  It's late, I'm utterly exhausted, and I'm driving through mid city traffic less than ten minutes from our campground  trying to find the turnoff when I see flashing lights in the mirror, so I pull across three lanes of traffic and stop.

The cop comes up and knocks on the passenger side, totally startling me, and lets me know I didn't signal and cut a guy off when trying to exit.  I apologize and explain all of the above, at which point we have a nice conversation since he wants to do the same trip with his family.  We chat for a while about the tradeoffs of various RVs, gas mileage and good places to stop with kids, and he lets me go.

Hopefully they all had a good time.  I've rented another for a trip to Nashville this summer to see the eclipse...
 
2017-04-30 10:08:59 AM  
I was doing over 100 down the freeway with three cops following me, I wiped my ass with a semi and took the exit onto another freeway and left the cops way behind. it was a buddies car and the cops took to following him around alot after that!
 
2017-04-30 10:14:05 AM  
Was drivingg with a buddy, sans seatbelt.  Went by a cop.on a frontage road.  Cop turned around and caught up with me on surface streets about two miles later.

when i signed my ticket, i said 'you're a real hero, sir.'. the smile dropped from his face in nothing flat.

i went to court a couple months later, hoping the cop didn't show. he did.

i lied to the judge and said i had it on. he gave me the benefit of the doubt and tossed the ticket.

a few weeks later, i got pulled over by the same cop.  i just about crapped my pants.  he's gonna tow my truck, plant drugs on me, beat the hell out of me...  i knew i was ectra super special boned.

'hey weren't we in court a little while back?  why don't you wear your seatbelt?'

i am usually respectful and deferent, but for some reason i asked 'is this the most important thing you have to worry about?'

'there's a complicated answer to that...' he said.  'but wear your seatbelt and you won't keep getting pulled over.'

and then he sent me on my way.
 
2017-04-30 10:15:13 AM  
Ok, some coffee is in me so my fingers may work some more after all...  No cops, no ticket but sure as hell deserved one or more...

Early 80s California.  High school is an open campus (we could leave for lunch if we so desired).  Somewhat crazy friend Rich comes up to me right before the class before lunch - "I'm going to McDonald's for lunch, want to come along?" (mentally takes inventory of a very slim wallet...) "Sure, meet you at your car after class?" "That's fine, just don't be late..." (?.  Huh, McD is 5 min away...whatever)

After class I head out to find Rich in his car, engine running & hop in.  Pulling out of the lot he takes a left instead of a right & tells me to buckle up.....er, ok...(again, ?).  As we're going faster than prudent on the side streets leading out of town he tells me that he just made a bet with another friend of ours that he couldn't make it to the McDonald's in a town 25 miles away, get lunch & get back before the hour's up..... (holy crap, frantically buckles up....).  We clear town & instead of jumping on the interstate he takes the older parallel side road & just hammers it.  After a couple of minutes I ask just how fast we're going.... 'about 125....' - great, here I am sitting in an early 70s semi-muscle car that's all engine & no suspension going more than two miles a minute....

Anyway, we arrive in the other town more or less intact (the seat somehow was stuck up into the crack of my ass, but other than that...) & hit the drive through at McD's.  I order lunch & he gets a coke and then really confuses the cashier by asking for a receipt (needed the proof of our idiocy after all), back on the road & he'shiatting it even harder on the way back (I think I just realized why my hair started going grey back in my teenage years....).  Whip into the high school's lot & make it to class before the bell rings....tadaa.

Oh that bet that they had.....

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2017-04-30 10:16:00 AM  
Fark you, Wonka.
 
2017-04-30 10:23:21 AM  
Pulled over lots of times...gotten a few tickets.

One particular time I should have been ticketed, but didn't, stands out:

Around autumn 2008, I was driving for a non-emergent transportation service. I had just dropped off a dialysis patient (who was also a longtime friend of mine) at his home, and was headed back to the office to drop off the car and head home myself.

To set the scene...I was driving along US Highway 12, between Kamiah and Lewiston, ID. 70+ miles of the most twisting, winding road you'll ever have the displeasure of driving.

Well, around 11:30pm, I was about 12 miles outside Orofino, ID, doing about 70 MPH (had the cruise control on), and was slowing to around 65 when a Clearwater County Sheriff's deputy passed me. I knew I was nailed, as the speed limit on US12 in that stretch is 60MPH. I pulled over at a fisherman's access, and waited for the deputy to catch up.

He comes to the door, as I rolled the window down, asks why I'm driving so fast, and asks for my information. I tell him I had the cruise control set a little too high, hand him my information, and wait for him to come back with a ticket and a hefty fine. He comes back far sooner than expected, laughing. I'm rather puzzled as to why the deputy's funny bone's been tickled.

"Are you sure you want me to have this?" he says, giggling. He shines his flashlight on the item in his hand, which was...

My debit card.

I collapse into a fit of laughter, as well. "Oh, geez, sir, I'm sorry about that," I say, taking my debit card, and handing him my license. He giggles some more as he goes back to his car. I'm pretty sure he's on the horn to his dispatch, saying how he's gonna cut me some slack, after he's checked my 27's through 29's (wants and warrants). He comes back to my car, still giggling. "That's gotta be the funniest thing that's happened to me in a long time," he says, handing me back all my information. "Are you real sure you don't want me to keep your debit card?"

I'm still laughing, too. "No, sir...I don't want to get in trouble for bribing an officer...besides, there's no money in my account," I reply.

"Okay, son...just slow it down, and drive safely," he says.

"Thank you, sir, and I hope you have a quiet, uneventful night," I say, rolling up the window.

Another time I should have gotten a ticket, but didn't, happened just a couple years ago:

On my way back to Lewiston from Coeur d'Alene, ID, driving along US Highway 95 for a different non-emergent transportation service. US95's a far better road than US12, in that it's not nearly as winding or treacherous. I was about 7 miles out of Moscow, ID, just as the two-lane split to four just south of Reisenauer Hill, and had just caught up with an Idaho State Trooper. He pulled back just a bit (I'm thinking he's going to set up a speed trap), so I speed up just a hair, as the speed limit's changed from 60 to 65. I drift over the rumble strip just a bit, and correct myself.

Blue lights in the rear view. The trooper saw me buzz the rumble strip. We pull over, and he comes to the passenger door, asking for my information. Remembering the faux-pas with Clearwater County some years prior, I make sure I hand the trooper my proper ID, and all relevant information. He comes back without the ticket, and asks where I'm headed to. "Lewiston," I say.

"Where are you from?" he asks.

I reiterate, "Lewiston." I then realize he's asking about the company I was working for. I tell him the head office is in Walla Walla, WA, and the vehicles were licensed in Oregon. We both have a good chuckle over the initial confusion. He then asks if he can search my vehicle for drugs. "You are more than welcome to, sir, but I promise, you're not going to find anything," I say. We have a good chuckle, then I ask him about his car.

ISP has Dodge Chargers that, as the trooper says, are a blast to drive.

I ask him how they compare to Ford Crown Vics. He says he'd rather be driving a Vic than a Charger. I tell him I've just recently picked up a Vic myself, and that I'm restoring it to police specs for a future car show.

"I think I've seen your car," he says, asking about my address. I nod. "Yep. You've likely seen it in my driveway," I reply.

He nods, smiling. "Okay, Mr. Graham...please slow down, and if you get tired, please pull over and rest. I don't want to call an accident investigation team tonight," he says, with a wink.

"This close to home, I'm gonna try to get there, but consider it done anyway, sir, and you have a nice, quiet shift," I say.

There are some good cops out there...plenty of them have a great sense of humor, and are willing to cut the average Joe some slack. Treat them with respect, and you'll get it in return.
 
2017-04-30 10:25:22 AM  
Like when I got on the subway after buying half an ounce of pot (pre-legal) and had to go four stops next to three cops while smelling like two angry skunks?

Sometimes it's nice to be white.
 
2017-04-30 10:26:20 AM  

Thank You Black Jesus!: Was drivingg with a buddy, sans seatbelt.  Went by a cop.on a frontage road.  Cop turned around and caught up with me on surface streets about two miles later.

when i signed my ticket, i said 'you're a real hero, sir.'. the smile dropped from his face in nothing flat.

i went to court a couple months later, hoping the cop didn't show. he did.

i lied to the judge and said i had it on. he gave me the benefit of the doubt and tossed the ticket.

a few weeks later, i got pulled over by the same cop.  i just about crapped my pants.  he's gonna tow my truck, plant drugs on me, beat the hell out of me...  i knew i was ectra super special boned.

'hey weren't we in court a little while back?  why don't you wear your seatbelt?'

i am usually respectful and deferent, but for some reason i asked 'is this the most important thing you have to worry about?'

'there's a complicated answer to that...' he said.  'but wear your seatbelt and you won't keep getting pulled over.'

and then he sent me on my way.


Do you wear your seatbelt now?
 
2017-04-30 10:28:01 AM  
1. Drove red car. Got tickets. Read that red cars get more tickets because they are more noticeable. Have never owned a red car since. It seems to have worked.
2. Several people up thread have mentioned the "cop about to write ticket has to respond to accident" and that has happened to me.
3. Drinking in bar with friends after work. Smoking dope outside bar. Bar closes. In a light-hearted way I blow my horn a few times in the parking lot before starting the car. Oops. I'm not that cute but my friend in the back seat is and she knows the cop. We get away with nothing and I drive drunk and stoned home. In my defense this was before there was so much knowledge about drunk driving and killing people and we were young and invincible. Still, it caused me to re-think my priorities and behavior and I've never driven drunk since.
4. Does crossing the Canadian border while stoned in some sort of hot-rod type car with leopard print on the dashboard and all of us pretending to smoke cigarettes to mask the weed stench count? We were just waived through. Pretty sure we looked like white college kid Cheech and Chong. I wasn't the driver, yet, on that trip. Christmas break. Wisconsin to New England. Fun trip.
5. Note that I've never driven over 75-80 and times I've gone 80 have been few. The speed limit used to be 55 kids.
 
2017-04-30 10:28:19 AM  
Not me.  The wife.  I was in the passenger seat.   York County, PA.  Got pulled over doing 55 in a 40 with out-of-state plates.  He did the whole license/reg/insurance thing.  Found out she'd never had a ticket in her life, handed her the paperwork back and simply smiled and said, "slow down, OK?"   He was a young kid, too.  I was pleasantly surprised.
 
2017-04-30 10:33:29 AM  
North west Nebraska. Celica (so many of the stories have Celicas!) Early morning on a two lane (Highway 20). It was the 55 mph days. I was doing 75. Had a radar detector. Off ahead in the weeds is a white Mustang. I figure a kid pulled over to sleep it off. As I fly past, radar detector goes full nuclear (instant on radar). It was a Nebraska Highway Patrol 5.0 Mustang. Whew. I just pull over. Leave radar detector where it was. Get out license, registration, insurance. Window down. He walks up.
"You know how fast you were going?"
"Yep, I do officer."
"Where you going?"
"Heading home from vacation."
"Ah, yeah they're always too short aren't they?"
"yep, always feels that way."
"You know the speed limit, right?"
"Yes I do officer."
"OK, please do that will you?"
"ummm, yessir."
"Going to give you a warning ticket." (20 mph over is lose your license or go to class ticket).
I am stunned.
"Thanks officer. I'll watch the speed."
End of story. Still amazed I didn't get nailed. Only thought is that I told him I knew I was speeding, how fast, etc. And he figured it was a better answer than: "gee, no-I had no idea"
 
2017-04-30 10:40:48 AM  
A few years ago I drove my truck for two straight years with expired inspection and registration. Never even pulled the expired stickers off the windshield. Took several hundred-mile-plus trips in that time as well as normal everyday driving. Never got pulled over.

/I sound white
//am white
 
2017-04-30 10:44:01 AM  
So, we were going to get class 1 drugs in my friends moms two door Ford Pinto with faux wood side and two red racing stripes over white paint and a chrome hatchback rack.  There was a thunderous deluge of rain, and we were traveling about 45 mph on a freeway.  We got passed by a tractor-trailer combo and the spray from the drive tires sent us spinning into the ditch narrowly missing a huge traffic sign.  Seriously, the first vehicle that came by was a 1975 4WD Blazer with a tow strap that stopped and yanked us back up to the roadway and sent us on our way.  We were so poor, I don't think we gave the guy anything except thank you for the help.  When we got back, the Pinto had so much grass (heh, mulch) and mud on it I'm not sure how it was explained.
 
2017-04-30 10:45:31 AM  
When I was 16 and in high school, my buddy and I were doing donuts in the dirt parking lot across the street (there were no cars there; it was off limits). I had my little pick-up, and he had some little two door coupe. This was something like 20 years ago, so I don't remember the details.

We drove off speeding out of the dirt lot with trails of dust and go in different directions. The cop goes after me.

I pulled over and proceeded to completely 100% rat my friend out who drove off in the other direction, while pretending I was just witnessing the whole thing.  The cop obviously knows I'm lying (which I sure as hell couldn't tell when I was 16), but instead of writing me a ticket, he gives me a warning.

Afterwards, I felt so ashamed that I tried to rat my friend, that to this day I admit to every mistake, error, or screw-up that I do with a verbal or written apology to whomever else is involved.
 
2017-04-30 10:58:14 AM  

dittybopper: I can honestly say I've never been pulled over except when I actually deserved to get a ticket.


Oh yeah!
 
2017-04-30 11:00:03 AM  
I was heading down 88 in Illinois. My Boyfriend let me take is convertable CLK 550. The night before my mother and I decided over MArgaritas we would go sky diving for our Mothers Day thing to do. So I am Heading down 88 going 95 in a 55 or 60 zone.We get pulled over. I told the officer. I drive a Volkswagon and didnt notice the power the car had. then he asked where we were going. I should have said the Outlets (shopping), but no I said Sky diving. So now I am just some thrill seeking woman..lol He came back with a ticket, but it was the kind where if I paid it and didnt have a ticket in the next 6 months it would be gone. He also didnt really mark how fast  was going on my ticket :)
 
2017-04-30 11:03:10 AM  
On my way to NH from PA with my wife and daughter, we were on the Taconic State Parkway in NY state going about 70-75 (55mph speed limit) and got pulled over. My daughter was about 4-5, I guess and in just a booster seat with a blanket over her. Trooper walks up and comments that kids that small are supposed to be in a child seat (he couldn't see the booster due to the blanket) and I informed him that she was in a booster and told me daughter to move the blanket so the officer could see.  He says "OK. I was all prepared to write you up, but when I saw your daughter, I just couldn't do it. Keep it under 70.". I said "OK, officer. Thank you." and went on my way.

That's it.
 
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