Best COP/Speeding Story...
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Well considering I have had my license for 1 year... I have racked up 4 tickets... I was given a "warning" only 2 times... Both late night
Story #1 sucks, so I wont share...
Story #2 <--- not speeding, just a cool cop
I went to the movies with my bud, and 2 other girls... then after the movie i drop the girls home, and i m going on some road, and I noticed cops were out like crazy, so as I pull up to the red light, i saw 2 cops make a turn, then a cop pulls up behind me (thank god i checked rear view mirror or i would of peeled out on purpose)... then as i continue to drive and i needed to make a turn sometime soon, so i signal to switch, but i see the cop coming a bit faster than me, so i switch back quickly... in the next few seconds, he lines up with me, i guess to check my speed, and see if i was crazy or w/e... then i signal to switch, so he gets behind me and lets me switch over, i got to the farthest right lane... he switches behind me and hits like the lights... me and my friend were like W-T-F, i didn't do anything wrong! (i got really pissed, bc well i attract cops as you can see 4 tickets - 1 year)... but anyways then i pull over on the side of the road, well really the lane, bc there was a curb... he then gets on the PA and says "Hello, can we at least pull over in the nearest parking lot or something, I do not want to get killed right now"... so then he pulls me over in some neighboorhood... He comes up to me and i already had my license outside of the window (i kno the drill lol)... and he takes it, looks at it, asks the questions, and was like
"you know why i pulled you over" - cop
"no, not really sir" - me
(looks in my side mirror) " what? sir? do i look that old?" - cop
"uhhh, no, sorry" - me
we both laugh...
then he just asks what school i go to, etc, etc
"have you ever been arrested?"
"uhhh no... are you arresting me"
"haha no, dont worry, just asking... the reason why i pulled you over was bc you didnt signal when getting out of the middle lane"
that was when i was getting out of the cops way
"oh really?"
"yea" (then he uses his hands and acts out what i did wrong
"oh, sorry, i was just trying to move out of your way, bc i saw you were coming up faster than i was driving, so i ddnt want to get in your way"
"you seem like a good kid"
"haha, my driving record will tell you otherwise"
"dont worry, as long as your clean i will let you go"
at this point i assume my four tickets is not clean, but i guess he meant for felonies or w/e...
he ends up letting me go, and tells me to have a nice night... that was my biggest break from a cop... every other time, its been a ticket... illegal lane change, 78 - 55, 61 - 45, 62 - 45... lovely isnt it!?!?!?
Story #1 sucks, so I wont share...
Story #2 <--- not speeding, just a cool cop
I went to the movies with my bud, and 2 other girls... then after the movie i drop the girls home, and i m going on some road, and I noticed cops were out like crazy, so as I pull up to the red light, i saw 2 cops make a turn, then a cop pulls up behind me (thank god i checked rear view mirror or i would of peeled out on purpose)... then as i continue to drive and i needed to make a turn sometime soon, so i signal to switch, but i see the cop coming a bit faster than me, so i switch back quickly... in the next few seconds, he lines up with me, i guess to check my speed, and see if i was crazy or w/e... then i signal to switch, so he gets behind me and lets me switch over, i got to the farthest right lane... he switches behind me and hits like the lights... me and my friend were like W-T-F, i didn't do anything wrong! (i got really pissed, bc well i attract cops as you can see 4 tickets - 1 year)... but anyways then i pull over on the side of the road, well really the lane, bc there was a curb... he then gets on the PA and says "Hello, can we at least pull over in the nearest parking lot or something, I do not want to get killed right now"... so then he pulls me over in some neighboorhood... He comes up to me and i already had my license outside of the window (i kno the drill lol)... and he takes it, looks at it, asks the questions, and was like
"you know why i pulled you over" - cop
"no, not really sir" - me
(looks in my side mirror) " what? sir? do i look that old?" - cop
"uhhh, no, sorry" - me
we both laugh...
then he just asks what school i go to, etc, etc
"have you ever been arrested?"
"uhhh no... are you arresting me"
"haha no, dont worry, just asking... the reason why i pulled you over was bc you didnt signal when getting out of the middle lane"
that was when i was getting out of the cops way
"oh really?"
"yea" (then he uses his hands and acts out what i did wrong
"oh, sorry, i was just trying to move out of your way, bc i saw you were coming up faster than i was driving, so i ddnt want to get in your way"
"you seem like a good kid"
"haha, my driving record will tell you otherwise"
"dont worry, as long as your clean i will let you go"
at this point i assume my four tickets is not clean, but i guess he meant for felonies or w/e...
he ends up letting me go, and tells me to have a nice night... that was my biggest break from a cop... every other time, its been a ticket... illegal lane change, 78 - 55, 61 - 45, 62 - 45... lovely isnt it!?!?!?
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Originally Posted by rrpnow
i m going on some road, and I noticed cops were out like crazy, so as I pull up to the red light, i saw 2 cops make a turn, then a cop pulls up behind me (thank god i checked rear view mirror or i would of peeled out on purpose)...
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this was in my accord v6 coupe.
I was stopped at a stoplight.. my V1 was showing two strong KA signals coming from straight ahead.. which 99% of the time means there's a cop ahead.
This Civic Del Slow with a fart-can exhaust. was revving at me wanting to go and kind of being an *** about it.
I decided to be an ******* and brake-torqued a lil bit like I was gonna go.
Light goes green.. he peels and takes off like crazy. I go at a nice conservative rate and pull into the first parking lot I can to watch
Whoooo Whooo WHooo... two motorcycle cops pull his *** over.. it was a 35 zone.. he had to be going at least 60 or something.
I was stopped at a stoplight.. my V1 was showing two strong KA signals coming from straight ahead.. which 99% of the time means there's a cop ahead.
This Civic Del Slow with a fart-can exhaust. was revving at me wanting to go and kind of being an *** about it.
I decided to be an ******* and brake-torqued a lil bit like I was gonna go.
Light goes green.. he peels and takes off like crazy. I go at a nice conservative rate and pull into the first parking lot I can to watch
Whoooo Whooo WHooo... two motorcycle cops pull his *** over.. it was a 35 zone.. he had to be going at least 60 or something.
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I've got one for you...
It was an early summer morning in 2002. I live in Downtown Detroit and work in the suburbs (25mins. by car). I decided to take my then 2 month old Liquid Silver Yamaha R1 to work because I was running late. I figured that I could get around traffic much easier with the bike. I was on the freeway for maybe 3 minutes before I kicked it up a notch to about 100mph in a 65mph. At this speed the side view mirrors were vibrating enough that I could see cars behind me but could not make out the details (color, make etc.). You can see where this is going. As I veered left into the "fast lane" or the far left lane to avoid a slower vehicle, I checked my mirrors and didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. The other cars in the vicinity were probably doing about 75mph at this time. As I begin to pass the car to my right, I notice that all of the traffic began to quickly decelerate or maybe I was accelerating. I am thinking "Wow! This thing is even faster than I thought!" I check my rear view and see that there is a vehicle behind me but not gaining. I keep my speed constant when I take a third look at the mirror and see that the car is now about 2 inches from my rear tire. As I begin to slow down and turn to flip off the driver for being on my ***, I pull the clutch in (decreasing the vibration dramatically) and notice lights flashing in the rear views. State Troopers. My stomach dropped. I pulled over to the right shoulder. There were two cops in the vehicle. They did not get out of the car at first. They turned on the megaphone and said "Turn your vehicle off, take the key out of the ignition and hold it out to your left and drop it." I followed his instruction. My hands were shaking like crazy. The driver got out of the car and approaced the bike. He picks up the key and says "Do you mind telling me why you are in such a hurry". I told him that I was late for work and that I would get in trouble because this was the third time. He asked me where I worked and what I did for a living. I told him. I asked him why he took my keys and whether he was planning on impounding the bike. He told me that it was a precaution because there isn't much they could do if I decided to run. He took a walk around the bike, slowly sizing it up and said "They sure have changed in the last 10 or so years." He asks if I knew how fast I was going. I said that it is hard to tell because at that rate of speed I wanted to keep my eyes on the road. I then said that I caught a glimpse of the speedo when I was at about 90mph. He said "I clocked you doing 98." He said "How fast have you taken it?" I told him "I've only had it for a few months and that it wasn't broken in yet and had to be kept under a certain speed so I had it to 95 until you clocked me. So now it's 98. At this point a female officer approaches and is listening from a distance. They return to the car with my documentation. After several minutes he opens the door of his vehicle to get out and he and the lady officer seem to be having a slight disagreement. His hand movements seemed to wave her to stay in the car and assure her that everything was OK. As he approaches I ask him if he knows anyone that wants to buy a new R1. He says "Why?" I told him that once I get this ticket, and my wife finds out how fast I was going, she'll make me get rid of it. He says "How is she going to find out? I'm not going to tell her." I said that once the ticket is noticed by my insurance I will no longer be able to afford insurance on it and since it is in my wife's name she will get the letter and find out. So he takes my documentation and says, "But I'm not giving you a ticket. So if I don't tell her and you don't tell her, how will she know?" Then he goes on to explain that he noticed and liked that I used my turn signals and that he has seen many bikers die during his duty and that I should save the speed for the track. He handed me the docs and told me to ride safe and that he better not see me come through there at those speeds again. Needless to say, I felt like a punk afterwards because I had to ride the rest of the way to work at the speed limit with hoopties passing me.
It was an early summer morning in 2002. I live in Downtown Detroit and work in the suburbs (25mins. by car). I decided to take my then 2 month old Liquid Silver Yamaha R1 to work because I was running late. I figured that I could get around traffic much easier with the bike. I was on the freeway for maybe 3 minutes before I kicked it up a notch to about 100mph in a 65mph. At this speed the side view mirrors were vibrating enough that I could see cars behind me but could not make out the details (color, make etc.). You can see where this is going. As I veered left into the "fast lane" or the far left lane to avoid a slower vehicle, I checked my mirrors and didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. The other cars in the vicinity were probably doing about 75mph at this time. As I begin to pass the car to my right, I notice that all of the traffic began to quickly decelerate or maybe I was accelerating. I am thinking "Wow! This thing is even faster than I thought!" I check my rear view and see that there is a vehicle behind me but not gaining. I keep my speed constant when I take a third look at the mirror and see that the car is now about 2 inches from my rear tire. As I begin to slow down and turn to flip off the driver for being on my ***, I pull the clutch in (decreasing the vibration dramatically) and notice lights flashing in the rear views. State Troopers. My stomach dropped. I pulled over to the right shoulder. There were two cops in the vehicle. They did not get out of the car at first. They turned on the megaphone and said "Turn your vehicle off, take the key out of the ignition and hold it out to your left and drop it." I followed his instruction. My hands were shaking like crazy. The driver got out of the car and approaced the bike. He picks up the key and says "Do you mind telling me why you are in such a hurry". I told him that I was late for work and that I would get in trouble because this was the third time. He asked me where I worked and what I did for a living. I told him. I asked him why he took my keys and whether he was planning on impounding the bike. He told me that it was a precaution because there isn't much they could do if I decided to run. He took a walk around the bike, slowly sizing it up and said "They sure have changed in the last 10 or so years." He asks if I knew how fast I was going. I said that it is hard to tell because at that rate of speed I wanted to keep my eyes on the road. I then said that I caught a glimpse of the speedo when I was at about 90mph. He said "I clocked you doing 98." He said "How fast have you taken it?" I told him "I've only had it for a few months and that it wasn't broken in yet and had to be kept under a certain speed so I had it to 95 until you clocked me. So now it's 98. At this point a female officer approaches and is listening from a distance. They return to the car with my documentation. After several minutes he opens the door of his vehicle to get out and he and the lady officer seem to be having a slight disagreement. His hand movements seemed to wave her to stay in the car and assure her that everything was OK. As he approaches I ask him if he knows anyone that wants to buy a new R1. He says "Why?" I told him that once I get this ticket, and my wife finds out how fast I was going, she'll make me get rid of it. He says "How is she going to find out? I'm not going to tell her." I said that once the ticket is noticed by my insurance I will no longer be able to afford insurance on it and since it is in my wife's name she will get the letter and find out. So he takes my documentation and says, "But I'm not giving you a ticket. So if I don't tell her and you don't tell her, how will she know?" Then he goes on to explain that he noticed and liked that I used my turn signals and that he has seen many bikers die during his duty and that I should save the speed for the track. He handed me the docs and told me to ride safe and that he better not see me come through there at those speeds again. Needless to say, I felt like a punk afterwards because I had to ride the rest of the way to work at the speed limit with hoopties passing me.
