Best COP/Speeding Story...
ONE of my Cop Stories...100% True!!!
Going to my friends house (live about 1 mile away)
In my 2000 Prelude (all riced up - i thought it was fast) doin about 80 in a 35 on a backroad....
Fly by a cop...so fast, that by the time he got going, found me, and "pulled me over", i was already in my friends basement sitting on the couch playing Playstation - NO JOKE!
The cop rung the doorbell, my friends Mom answered the door, and calls me up to the front door - cop standing there.....
He asked me to step outside blah blah blah.....just so happens he wnet ot highschool with my friends Dad, knew them for years, and gave me a warning!!!
Whew!!!!
I still drive by there ALL the time and think about that day...
Going to my friends house (live about 1 mile away)
In my 2000 Prelude (all riced up - i thought it was fast) doin about 80 in a 35 on a backroad....
Fly by a cop...so fast, that by the time he got going, found me, and "pulled me over", i was already in my friends basement sitting on the couch playing Playstation - NO JOKE!
The cop rung the doorbell, my friends Mom answered the door, and calls me up to the front door - cop standing there.....
He asked me to step outside blah blah blah.....just so happens he wnet ot highschool with my friends Dad, knew them for years, and gave me a warning!!!
Whew!!!!
I still drive by there ALL the time and think about that day...
Guys this became my favorite cop story of all time...its freaking hilarious IMO....
https://g35driver.com/forums/nationalgclub/55392-speeding-ticket-dulles-toll-road-westbound-around-8-15pm.html
this is what the forums and this G site are all about!!!
https://g35driver.com/forums/nationalgclub/55392-speeding-ticket-dulles-toll-road-westbound-around-8-15pm.html
this is what the forums and this G site are all about!!!
Originally Posted by pdjafari
Guys this became my favorite cop story of all time...its freaking hilarious IMO....
https://g35driver.com/forums/showthread.php?t=55392
this is what the forums and this G site are all about!!!
https://g35driver.com/forums/showthread.php?t=55392
this is what the forums and this G site are all about!!!
Hahahha. Most def!! National G Club rep'n as always.
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Originally Posted by rwdds
Here's mine:
It's 1984, and I am cruising in my 3 week old, Hot Red, 6MT Toyota Celica Supra (the one with the ridiculous spoiler mounted high on the rear hatch, at the roof line).
I am northbound on the PA turnpike extension at 6am on a Sat. with my buddy headed to the Poconos for a day of skiing. My pal godes me into seeing what this baby will really doe, so I punch it, taking it up through the gears. We hit 120 in sixth and she's still pulling nicely. I'm getting scared s***less, but kept going till the speedometer pegged at 145! Everything is wizzing by sooooo fast, really hard to grasp the speed and the sensation. Man, we were flying- and we come around a bend and....
there's a PA State Trooper parked on the side! We ROARED right by at WOT!
My friend says go-go-go!, but I thought that I shouldn't make things worse, so I slowed down, (took a litle doing) then pulled over. (My buddy was freakin screaming at me). About a minute later, there he is coming up and pulls right behind me with lights on. I just waited with the window down and my papers, greeted him kindly and here's the conversation:
State Cop: Good morning sir, do you know how fast you were going?"
Me: Uhhh, not really officer, uhhh but I know I should have been more responsible. It's a brand new Supra, it was so early, with no other cars on the tpike....we thought we could see what it would do, safely....uhhhh, I am sorry....
*Remember this Supra had a rakish look, was totally polished up, very slick, much like the head turner that the G35 is today.
State Cop: License and registration sir? ....walks back to the patrol car for about 5 minutes, then comes back to my window...
State Cop: I clocked you at 95 mph in 55 highway, but I'll give you a warning this time...silence....now drive safely for the rest of your trip, allright? Hands me the yellow warning sheet and smiles
Me: As he walked back to his vehicle, I stuck my head out the window adn said Officer! Thank you!
I swear this is true!
It's 1984, and I am cruising in my 3 week old, Hot Red, 6MT Toyota Celica Supra (the one with the ridiculous spoiler mounted high on the rear hatch, at the roof line).
I am northbound on the PA turnpike extension at 6am on a Sat. with my buddy headed to the Poconos for a day of skiing. My pal godes me into seeing what this baby will really doe, so I punch it, taking it up through the gears. We hit 120 in sixth and she's still pulling nicely. I'm getting scared s***less, but kept going till the speedometer pegged at 145! Everything is wizzing by sooooo fast, really hard to grasp the speed and the sensation. Man, we were flying- and we come around a bend and....
there's a PA State Trooper parked on the side! We ROARED right by at WOT!
My friend says go-go-go!, but I thought that I shouldn't make things worse, so I slowed down, (took a litle doing) then pulled over. (My buddy was freakin screaming at me). About a minute later, there he is coming up and pulls right behind me with lights on. I just waited with the window down and my papers, greeted him kindly and here's the conversation:
State Cop: Good morning sir, do you know how fast you were going?"
Me: Uhhh, not really officer, uhhh but I know I should have been more responsible. It's a brand new Supra, it was so early, with no other cars on the tpike....we thought we could see what it would do, safely....uhhhh, I am sorry....
*Remember this Supra had a rakish look, was totally polished up, very slick, much like the head turner that the G35 is today.
State Cop: License and registration sir? ....walks back to the patrol car for about 5 minutes, then comes back to my window...
State Cop: I clocked you at 95 mph in 55 highway, but I'll give you a warning this time...silence....now drive safely for the rest of your trip, allright? Hands me the yellow warning sheet and smiles
Me: As he walked back to his vehicle, I stuck my head out the window adn said Officer! Thank you!
I swear this is true!
maybe you meant 1994?? Though there was an 84 Supra, it didn't have a 6 speed, and didn't have that big nasty spoiler.
Good story.
I was driving, then I got a call that I couldn't drop below 55mph or my car would blow up....so the cops didn't know this as they were chasing me. So I rented a camera, and made it record me as an endless loop then I jumped into my friends car, but ofcourse after clearing the section of undeveloped freeway to the developed section of freeway.
Some funny freaking stories! LOL!
Anyway, I got one to share. This occured recently, and yes I was driving the G35. So, I was going to get some gas when at this stoplight this freaking Jetta pulls up next to me and revs his engine (Background info: For those of you who live in Chicago, I live near ricer capital of the freaking world - Archer Ave.). Should I just be like, "Whatever" and ignore the little punk? No. Why? Cuz I like f**king with ricers (and by ricers, I mean those people who think putting an exhaust, unpainted body kits, and stickers on their Cavalier is gonna make them faster then a Vette). So the light turns green and of course, I blew his rear-end away. However, I looked in my rear view mirror, and yep, it was CPD (must have turned from a side street or something). So, I pulled over. The officer pulls up next to me...
Cop: Is there a problem?
Me: No Officer.
Cop: Going a little fast there, huh?
Me: Sorry Officer
... and after a pause that was only 5 seconds, but seemed like an hour...
Cop: Well, take it easy, next time.
Me: Yes Officer.
...and before he pulls away...
Cop: By the way, nice car.
I could of sworn I was getting a freaking ticket! Well, I lucked out. But ever since then, I kinda cut back on f**king with ricers, cuz well, I've come to the conculsion beating people that are slower then you is no fun. Even if you are bursting their over-inflated ego...
Anyway, that be my story, keep 'em coming people... that crap keeping amused at work!
Anyway, I got one to share. This occured recently, and yes I was driving the G35. So, I was going to get some gas when at this stoplight this freaking Jetta pulls up next to me and revs his engine (Background info: For those of you who live in Chicago, I live near ricer capital of the freaking world - Archer Ave.). Should I just be like, "Whatever" and ignore the little punk? No. Why? Cuz I like f**king with ricers (and by ricers, I mean those people who think putting an exhaust, unpainted body kits, and stickers on their Cavalier is gonna make them faster then a Vette). So the light turns green and of course, I blew his rear-end away. However, I looked in my rear view mirror, and yep, it was CPD (must have turned from a side street or something). So, I pulled over. The officer pulls up next to me...
Cop: Is there a problem?
Me: No Officer.
Cop: Going a little fast there, huh?
Me: Sorry Officer
... and after a pause that was only 5 seconds, but seemed like an hour...
Cop: Well, take it easy, next time.
Me: Yes Officer.
...and before he pulls away...
Cop: By the way, nice car.
I could of sworn I was getting a freaking ticket! Well, I lucked out. But ever since then, I kinda cut back on f**king with ricers, cuz well, I've come to the conculsion beating people that are slower then you is no fun. Even if you are bursting their over-inflated ego...
Anyway, that be my story, keep 'em coming people... that crap keeping amused at work!
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From: Glen Rose, Texas
Originally Posted by GBTX
High school necking / rapist protection story:
It was 1980, I was 17 and in my 1976 Buick Riviera boat-tail coupe. Black with red leather and an aluminum landau top. The girl's name was Michelle and she had the hugest pair of ...
After the movie on the way home, it was dark and I pulled us into a deserted gravel parking lot. We had been going at it for about 5 minutes - hadn't even moved to the back seat yet but her sweater and bra were on the floor. I was totally transported to another place mentally - it was sweet heaven.
All of the sudden she screamed and I saw a light throught the fogged up windows. I fired up the 455 and slammed it into D spinning the wheels and throwing gravel everywhere. I fishtailed out of the parking lot and onto the farm road back to town.
60 seconds later I saw the red and blues in my rear view mirror. I hadn't even considered that it might be a cop. I was just freaked that Michelle had screamed and that I had been rudely interrupted from my fun.
I pulled over and out steps the local sherrif. His pants were covered with dust from the thigh down.
"Son, what the hell are you doing? He asked."
"Sorry Sherrif Kopecki, I didn't know it was you. I thought it might be some rapist and I was trying to protect this young girl from harm." (we all knew the Sherrif because his daughter went to our school.)
"Come look what you did to my car, son."
I got out and he pointed his flashlight into the driver compartment of his cruiser. The entire floorboard and seat was covered with gravel that I had sprayed into his open door as I had fishtailed out of the gravel parking lot.
"You show up at my house at 8am tomorrow morning with a vacuum cleaner and some wax."
"uh...yes...sir...sorry..."
The next morning I spend 3 hours cleaning out that cruiser.
Michelle never went out with me again.
It was worth it. They were that huge...
It was 1980, I was 17 and in my 1976 Buick Riviera boat-tail coupe. Black with red leather and an aluminum landau top. The girl's name was Michelle and she had the hugest pair of ...
After the movie on the way home, it was dark and I pulled us into a deserted gravel parking lot. We had been going at it for about 5 minutes - hadn't even moved to the back seat yet but her sweater and bra were on the floor. I was totally transported to another place mentally - it was sweet heaven.
All of the sudden she screamed and I saw a light throught the fogged up windows. I fired up the 455 and slammed it into D spinning the wheels and throwing gravel everywhere. I fishtailed out of the parking lot and onto the farm road back to town.
60 seconds later I saw the red and blues in my rear view mirror. I hadn't even considered that it might be a cop. I was just freaked that Michelle had screamed and that I had been rudely interrupted from my fun.
I pulled over and out steps the local sherrif. His pants were covered with dust from the thigh down.
"Son, what the hell are you doing? He asked."
"Sorry Sherrif Kopecki, I didn't know it was you. I thought it might be some rapist and I was trying to protect this young girl from harm." (we all knew the Sherrif because his daughter went to our school.)
"Come look what you did to my car, son."
I got out and he pointed his flashlight into the driver compartment of his cruiser. The entire floorboard and seat was covered with gravel that I had sprayed into his open door as I had fishtailed out of the gravel parking lot.
"You show up at my house at 8am tomorrow morning with a vacuum cleaner and some wax."
"uh...yes...sir...sorry..."
The next morning I spend 3 hours cleaning out that cruiser.
Michelle never went out with me again.
It was worth it. They were that huge...
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I have 2 stories for you.
I had a 98 Eclipse GSX, 16G turbo, FMIC, K&N, the works. Put down about 300+ hp.
Anyway.
Story #1.
It was late and I was on my way home from my GF place and am doing about 65 in a 40. As I come over a hill over the freeway, at the bottom is our good friend Mister Policeman
. ( I have no radar detector, don't believe in them. If they want you they can get you.) I knew he had me and as I slowed saw his break light come on as he put his cruizer in drive. So instead of making him come get me I just pull up right behind him and park. As he gets out he has this puzzled look on his face 
and when he gets to me askes for the usual and wanted to know why i just stopped. I told him "You had me." I have a clean record so he comes back and said just slow it down and get out of here. 
Story #2
Again it was late, I was on my way home again from a friends this time. Get to a stop light and a 300Z TT pulls up next to me and revs. Streets are empty so I give him the nod.
Light turns green and we are off. I instanly pull on him from the launch (AWD is GREAT). Take it to about 80 and let off, he then flies by and starts to slow. Next thing I know is the familiar red & blue lights behind me. Then it passes me and goes for the Z. I'm look cool and turn off to get away. BUT there was another and he pulled me over. 
Gets my info and has me sitting there for about 30 minutes. When he gets back, here is what happened. Turns out the guy in the Z was also a cop and a buddy of these guys. They can't get me for street racing and not him so they let us both go. I end up getting a ticket for no proof of valid insurance (forgot to put my new ins card in the car or wallet) and thats it. As he is about to let me go he said "You sure smoked his *** didn't you? 
Drive careful.
I got so lucky. I was worried because not long before that I was reading about how they were going to allow the police to confiscate your car if caught street racing.
Anyway, thanks for the read.
I had a 98 Eclipse GSX, 16G turbo, FMIC, K&N, the works. Put down about 300+ hp.
Anyway.
Story #1.
It was late and I was on my way home from my GF place and am doing about 65 in a 40. As I come over a hill over the freeway, at the bottom is our good friend Mister Policeman
. ( I have no radar detector, don't believe in them. If they want you they can get you.) I knew he had me and as I slowed saw his break light come on as he put his cruizer in drive. So instead of making him come get me I just pull up right behind him and park. As he gets out he has this puzzled look on his face and when he gets to me askes for the usual and wanted to know why i just stopped. I told him "You had me." I have a clean record so he comes back and said just slow it down and get out of here. Story #2
Again it was late, I was on my way home again from a friends this time. Get to a stop light and a 300Z TT pulls up next to me and revs. Streets are empty so I give him the nod.
Light turns green and we are off. I instanly pull on him from the launch (AWD is GREAT). Take it to about 80 and let off, he then flies by and starts to slow. Next thing I know is the familiar red & blue lights behind me. Then it passes me and goes for the Z. I'm look cool and turn off to get away. BUT there was another and he pulled me over. Gets my info and has me sitting there for about 30 minutes. When he gets back, here is what happened. Turns out the guy in the Z was also a cop and a buddy of these guys. They can't get me for street racing and not him so they let us both go. I end up getting a ticket for no proof of valid insurance (forgot to put my new ins card in the car or wallet) and thats it. As he is about to let me go he said "You sure smoked his *** didn't you? Drive careful.I got so lucky. I was worried because not long before that I was reading about how they were going to allow the police to confiscate your car if caught street racing.
Anyway, thanks for the read.
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My cop/speeding story...
This was years ago...I was driving to a business meeting and because I was a little late I was doing maybe 85-90. As I got closer to my destination I knew that I didn't have time when I got there to put on my shirt and tie, so guess what I did...
While driving around 90mph, I changed into my dress shirt successfully. Now, I had to put my necktie on, so I was steering with my knees while looking in the rear view mirror tying my tie!
Suddenly, out of nowhere, I thought I heard a voice. As I heard it again saying, "Slow the Honda down!", I looked to my left and there was a highway patrol car pacing me! It shocked and surprised the crap out of me and he again said, "Slow the Honda down!" Of course, I did and I certainly expected him to pull me over, but I just waved and so did he just before he sped off!
That was a lucky day for me because I also made the meeting in time AND got the sale!
While driving around 90mph, I changed into my dress shirt successfully. Now, I had to put my necktie on, so I was steering with my knees while looking in the rear view mirror tying my tie!
Suddenly, out of nowhere, I thought I heard a voice. As I heard it again saying, "Slow the Honda down!", I looked to my left and there was a highway patrol car pacing me! It shocked and surprised the crap out of me and he again said, "Slow the Honda down!" Of course, I did and I certainly expected him to pull me over, but I just waved and so did he just before he sped off!
That was a lucky day for me because I also made the meeting in time AND got the sale!
Originally Posted by mtnbear1
This was years ago...I was driving to a business meeting and because I was a little late I was doing maybe 85-90. As I got closer to my destination I knew that I didn't have time when I got there to put on my shirt and tie, so guess what I did...
While driving around 90mph, I changed into my dress shirt successfully. Now, I had to put my necktie on, so I was steering with my knees while looking in the rear view mirror tying my tie!
Suddenly, out of nowhere, I thought I heard a voice. As I heard it again saying, "Slow the Honda down!", I looked to my left and there was a highway patrol car pacing me! It shocked and surprised the crap out of me and he again said, "Slow the Honda down!" Of course, I did and I certainly expected him to pull me over, but I just waved and so did he just before he sped off!
That was a lucky day for me because I also made the meeting in time AND got the sale!
While driving around 90mph, I changed into my dress shirt successfully. Now, I had to put my necktie on, so I was steering with my knees while looking in the rear view mirror tying my tie!
Suddenly, out of nowhere, I thought I heard a voice. As I heard it again saying, "Slow the Honda down!", I looked to my left and there was a highway patrol car pacing me! It shocked and surprised the crap out of me and he again said, "Slow the Honda down!" Of course, I did and I certainly expected him to pull me over, but I just waved and so did he just before he sped off!
That was a lucky day for me because I also made the meeting in time AND got the sale!
One from the Ol' Man
Some real good stuff here, I just love the stories.
Here's one about my ol' man. Sorry, but I can't top him.
We had been on a Hunting trip to our lease all weekend. This was 1964 in the winter near Laredo Texas. We (Dad, Mom, me and my bro) were all packed into a 1964 Malibu Rag top (Love to have that car now, Canary yellow, white top, black and white inside, 327, two speed.) We are flying down the road back to Corpus Christi, maybe 95-100 or so on this little two lane road. Up ahead is a pretty good hump (hill) in the road. We hit it and LEAVE THE ROAD! I am on the passenger side in the back and I look down out of my window and all I can see is the roof of a State Trooper! He was running radar (some new fangeled gizmo). We hit the ground about two car lengths past him. The lights come on and we get pulled over. All my Mom can say is "DON'T SAY A WORD". The Trooper said that he wasn't able to clock us, but gave us a ticket for 89 in a 70. That's the highest his radar read. My mom ragged him all the way home.
Here's one about my ol' man. Sorry, but I can't top him.
We had been on a Hunting trip to our lease all weekend. This was 1964 in the winter near Laredo Texas. We (Dad, Mom, me and my bro) were all packed into a 1964 Malibu Rag top (Love to have that car now, Canary yellow, white top, black and white inside, 327, two speed.) We are flying down the road back to Corpus Christi, maybe 95-100 or so on this little two lane road. Up ahead is a pretty good hump (hill) in the road. We hit it and LEAVE THE ROAD! I am on the passenger side in the back and I look down out of my window and all I can see is the roof of a State Trooper! He was running radar (some new fangeled gizmo). We hit the ground about two car lengths past him. The lights come on and we get pulled over. All my Mom can say is "DON'T SAY A WORD". The Trooper said that he wasn't able to clock us, but gave us a ticket for 89 in a 70. That's the highest his radar read. My mom ragged him all the way home.
Great stories!!
Here's mine (Got pretty lucky I must say)
Happend about 3 weeks ago. Driving along on the interstate at speed of 45 in a 60 in my 04 g35 cp auto (cause pretty late and just got off of work) when out of no where pulls up a riced up IP prelude. Revs his engine and I give a nod and I quicly pace up to 60 and leave it there(travel this road almost every day back and forth from work so I pretty much know where the cops are). He revs his car louder as we just happen pass a parked state trooper. What an f'n idiot. We cruise for a bit more and by this time the trooper catches up to us expecting that we are about to race. He didn't do anything b/c going the speed limit. He follow for about a mile then exits. I see him exit then we both hit it. Got up to about 120 and looking in rear view mirror saw 3 sets of head lights entering ramp prettyquick and catching up. I am reaching my exit where my house is bout only 15 seconds away. We both take the exit. I reach my house and park the car in the garage and go out and take my sisters car to drive around and see what is going on. As I drove around I found the prelude parked in a grocery stores parking lot surround by 6 patrol car and the guy in cuffs. I also saw 3 other cop cars searching the area. I went into the parking lot and pretended to go there to shop. I parked pretty close to them and as walking into the store and I asked one of the cops what was going on(just wanted to be curious if they were looking for me also) and he told me that they were looking for street racers and he asked me if I saw a black lexus(which I think he was talking about me). Told him nope and went on about my business thinking that was a close one. Left my car in the garage and didn't drive it for 2 days. Lets just say I wont be doing this again.
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I remember some story about a police officer feeling the hood of an MR2 for some kind of proof of the car, running, and being alleged to speeding and wreckless endangerment. the cop let the guy off because he thought he got the wrong car because the hood was cool. luckily the officer didnt know anything about MR2s