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Best COP/Speeding Story...
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!
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My cop story
I hesitate to post this anecdote about speeding in a car because it dates me for all you young tots out there, but, here goes.
Its 1960,and ,I just picked up my new Porsche 356 (Ivory white coupe) at the Oakland port after returning from a 2 year stint in the USAF at Itazuke AFB, Japan (in Fukuoka, Japan). The Porsche was ordered in Japan tax free and at dealer cost vs. getting one in the States. I had to ship it from Japan to Oakland after ordering it from Porsche much earlier the previous year.
Anyhow,after picking it up in Oakland, I was cruising from Oakland to LA to visit a cousin. It was almost unbelievably tempting to cruise along the highway after a speedlimit of 45 mph in Japan. The few weeks that I had the car in Japan, I was unable to drive it more than the speedlimit there. I just flatout floorboared the little beauty on the wonderful USA highway.
I had the little Porsche maxed at 110 mph as I went by a CA HWP station on the highway around a subtle curve. Paying little attention to this, I kept up pushing the little Porsche.
Maybe 20 minutes later I saw the cop car with lights flashing in my rearview mirror. I slowed and gradually stopped. The CHP cop came over to my car and asked for the license, etc.
I gave him my military license from Japan, and my Florida license, and he could not miss my Japanese license plates from Fukuoka. He asked me where my license plates were from, and when I told him, he told me I was kidding him. In addition, my stateside license had expired a year ago.
He said "what the f**k is Fukuoka- and did you know your Florida license has expired, and how fast you were going? After that, he started looking at my Porsche. He said he had never seen one before. We talked about the Porsche for 10-15 minutes. You could tell he knew it was something different.
The ghist of this story is that he told me he knew he would not be able to get a ticket to me, and to get the h*ll out of his area.
Whew! Can you imagine the rest of the trip from California to Florida in that cool little sports car back then?
Its 1960,and ,I just picked up my new Porsche 356 (Ivory white coupe) at the Oakland port after returning from a 2 year stint in the USAF at Itazuke AFB, Japan (in Fukuoka, Japan). The Porsche was ordered in Japan tax free and at dealer cost vs. getting one in the States. I had to ship it from Japan to Oakland after ordering it from Porsche much earlier the previous year.
Anyhow,after picking it up in Oakland, I was cruising from Oakland to LA to visit a cousin. It was almost unbelievably tempting to cruise along the highway after a speedlimit of 45 mph in Japan. The few weeks that I had the car in Japan, I was unable to drive it more than the speedlimit there. I just flatout floorboared the little beauty on the wonderful USA highway.
I had the little Porsche maxed at 110 mph as I went by a CA HWP station on the highway around a subtle curve. Paying little attention to this, I kept up pushing the little Porsche.
Maybe 20 minutes later I saw the cop car with lights flashing in my rearview mirror. I slowed and gradually stopped. The CHP cop came over to my car and asked for the license, etc.
I gave him my military license from Japan, and my Florida license, and he could not miss my Japanese license plates from Fukuoka. He asked me where my license plates were from, and when I told him, he told me I was kidding him. In addition, my stateside license had expired a year ago.
He said "what the f**k is Fukuoka- and did you know your Florida license has expired, and how fast you were going? After that, he started looking at my Porsche. He said he had never seen one before. We talked about the Porsche for 10-15 minutes. You could tell he knew it was something different.
The ghist of this story is that he told me he knew he would not be able to get a ticket to me, and to get the h*ll out of his area.
Whew! Can you imagine the rest of the trip from California to Florida in that cool little sports car back then?
Last edited by BobT; Jun 23, 2005 at 06:54 PM.
Lol, that's great.
Originally Posted by BobT
I hesitate to post this anecdote about speeding in a car because it dates me for all you young tots out there, but, here goes.
Its 1960,and ,I just picked up my new Porsche 356 (Ivory white coupe) at the Oakland port after returning from a 2 year stint in the USAF at Itazuke AFB, Japan (in Fukuoka, Japan). The Porsche was ordered in Japan tax free and at dealer cost vs. getting one in the States. I had to ship it from Japan to Oakland after ordering it from Porsche much earlier the previous year.
Anyhow,after picking it up in Oakland, I was cruising from Oakland to LA to visit a cousin. It was almost unbelievably tempting to cruise along the highway after a speedlimit of 45 mph in Japan. The few weeks that I had the car in Japan, I was unable to drive it more than the speedlimit there. I just flatout floorboared the little beauty on the wonderful USA highway.
I had the little Porsche maxed at 110 mph as I went by a CA HWP station on the highway around a subtle curve. Paying little attention to this, I kept up pushing the little Porsche.
Maybe 20 minutes later I saw the cop car with lights flashing in my rearview mirror. I slowed and gradually stopped. The CHP cop came over to my car and asked for the license, etc.
I gave him my military license from Japan, and my Florida license, and he could not miss my Japanese license plates from Fukuoka. He asked me where my license plates were from, and when I told him, he told me I was kidding him. In addition, my stateside license had expired a year ago.
He said "what the f**k is Fukuoka- and did you know your Florida license has expired, and how fast you were going? After that, he started looking at my Porsche. He said he had never seen one before. We talked about the Porsche for 10-15 minutes. You could tell he knew it was something different.
The ghist of this story is that he told me he knew he would not be able to get a ticket to me, and to get the h*ll out of his area.
Whew! Can you imagine the rest of the trip from California to Florida in that cool little sports car back then?
Its 1960,and ,I just picked up my new Porsche 356 (Ivory white coupe) at the Oakland port after returning from a 2 year stint in the USAF at Itazuke AFB, Japan (in Fukuoka, Japan). The Porsche was ordered in Japan tax free and at dealer cost vs. getting one in the States. I had to ship it from Japan to Oakland after ordering it from Porsche much earlier the previous year.
Anyhow,after picking it up in Oakland, I was cruising from Oakland to LA to visit a cousin. It was almost unbelievably tempting to cruise along the highway after a speedlimit of 45 mph in Japan. The few weeks that I had the car in Japan, I was unable to drive it more than the speedlimit there. I just flatout floorboared the little beauty on the wonderful USA highway.
I had the little Porsche maxed at 110 mph as I went by a CA HWP station on the highway around a subtle curve. Paying little attention to this, I kept up pushing the little Porsche.
Maybe 20 minutes later I saw the cop car with lights flashing in my rearview mirror. I slowed and gradually stopped. The CHP cop came over to my car and asked for the license, etc.
I gave him my military license from Japan, and my Florida license, and he could not miss my Japanese license plates from Fukuoka. He asked me where my license plates were from, and when I told him, he told me I was kidding him. In addition, my stateside license had expired a year ago.
He said "what the f**k is Fukuoka- and did you know your Florida license has expired, and how fast you were going? After that, he started looking at my Porsche. He said he had never seen one before. We talked about the Porsche for 10-15 minutes. You could tell he knew it was something different.
The ghist of this story is that he told me he knew he would not be able to get a ticket to me, and to get the h*ll out of his area.
Whew! Can you imagine the rest of the trip from California to Florida in that cool little sports car back then?
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hmm, I have one, but i wasn't going as fast as some of the above posters and I did get a ticket. Ok here is goes, this was last year and I was still 16, and I was going to an ACT prep course at the local library. I wasn't really paying attention, and I passed a cop going the other way (this was before I had my radar detector) while doing 47 in a 30. I saw him at the last second, muttered a few words (bet you can guess what those words were) and saw his brake lights as he pulled a uey to come get me. This was before I had my G and I was in a Subaru outback, and not thinking, I gunned it to try and beat him. I got to the next intersection (only about 700 feet away and the cop had to turn, go in reverse, then forward again to get me) so I ran the stop sign at the intersection and turned right (there wasn't anybody at the intersection or running it wouldn't have been even dumber than doing it in the first place) then gunned it down this road. I pulled into a subdivision and gunned it through there, making a few turns here and there thinking I could lose him. I pull into a culda-sac, turned off my lights (it was about 8:30 pm) and then just waited. About five minutes later I see that nice black Crown Vic with his spotlight on, searching for me, about 500 ft to my left. He hits me with his spot light, stops, hits hist lights and pulls up behind me. To make a long story short, he asked why I tried to run away from him (which of course I never admitted to him) and just told him I was looking for a friends house. He didn't buy it and searched the car for drugs or alcohol, and then told me the situation. He said "I can either arrest you for trying to evade the police, give a ticket for doing 47 in a 30 and running a stop sign, or just give you a speeding ticket, you make the call." Obviously I took the latter of the 3, but I was still upset and worried about what my parents were going to do (I had only had my liscence a week). About 3 days before that I had gotten pulled over by the HWY patrol for doing 90 in a 60 when I was late for a golf match, and for some unknown reason he let me off, and only gave me about a 15 minute lecture about speeding. Since then I have gotten a radar detector (8500 X50), but that didn't seem to help me cause I got a ticket last week (LIDAR or laser radar, which is practically undetectable until you are right on top of it) that I still need to pay.
Some people call me a bad or irrisponsible driver because I get pulled over a lot--I disagree. Yes, I was dumb for trying to evade the police, I'll admit that, but I only did it because I wasn't thinking and I was afraid of the consequences. I drive fast, and I will most likely always drive fast. I'm sure I will take a lot of flak for this post, but just so I can hopefully ease some of it off, I don't put other people in harm. If a speed limit is 30, I am usually doing 40-45, unless in a neighborhood, then I slow down. Anyway, those are my "best" cop stories
Hockeyplay95
Some people call me a bad or irrisponsible driver because I get pulled over a lot--I disagree. Yes, I was dumb for trying to evade the police, I'll admit that, but I only did it because I wasn't thinking and I was afraid of the consequences. I drive fast, and I will most likely always drive fast. I'm sure I will take a lot of flak for this post, but just so I can hopefully ease some of it off, I don't put other people in harm. If a speed limit is 30, I am usually doing 40-45, unless in a neighborhood, then I slow down. Anyway, those are my "best" cop stories
Hockeyplay95
Last edited by Hockeyplay95; Jun 23, 2005 at 08:01 PM.
-Nice Car
-Thank you
-what year
-93
Looks fast
-you have no idea
-can I get a ride?
Sure, hop in
leisurely ride to nearest deserted highway 10 min away
WOT 0-180mph
-Feels like my wives minivan at 80mph
-It is very stable at this speed
-you can slow it down now
-But it is so much fun....
-Not even the interceptor can run this fast
-I would not run from the police
-Why not, you could get away
-You can't outrun radio waves
-True. Thanks for the ride.
-You are welcome.
That was me and a state trooper on his day off, on my RX-7, a GT35R at 15psi, 425hp and 2,700lb car.
-Thank you
-what year
-93
Looks fast
-you have no idea
-can I get a ride?
Sure, hop in
leisurely ride to nearest deserted highway 10 min away
WOT 0-180mph
-Feels like my wives minivan at 80mph
-It is very stable at this speed
-you can slow it down now
-But it is so much fun....
-Not even the interceptor can run this fast
-I would not run from the police
-Why not, you could get away
-You can't outrun radio waves
-True. Thanks for the ride.
-You are welcome.
That was me and a state trooper on his day off, on my RX-7, a GT35R at 15psi, 425hp and 2,700lb car.
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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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Originally Posted by Hockeyplay95
hmm, I have one, but i wasn't going as fast as some of the above posters and I did get a ticket. Ok here is goes, this was last year and I was still 16, and I was going to an ACT prep course at the local library. I wasn't really paying attention, and I passed a cop going the other way (this was before I had my radar detector) while doing 47 in a 30. I saw him at the last second, muttered a few words (bet you can guess what those words were) and saw his brake lights as he pulled a uey to come get me. This was before I had my G and I was in a Subaru outback, and not thinking, I gunned it to try and beat him. I got to the next intersection (only about 700 feet away and the cop had to turn, go in reverse, then forward again to get me) so I ran the stop sign at the intersection and turned right (there wasn't anybody at the intersection or running it wouldn't have been even dumber than doing it in the first place) then gunned it down this road. I pulled into a subdivision and gunned it through there, making a few turns here and there thinking I could lose him. I pull into a culda-sac, turned off my lights (it was about 8:30 pm) and then just waited. About five minutes later I see that nice black Crown Vic with his spotlight on, searching for me, about 500 ft to my left. He hits me with his spot light, stops, hits hist lights and pulls up behind me. To make a long story short, he asked why I tried to run away from him (which of course I never admitted to him) and just told him I was looking for a friends house. He didn't buy it and searched the car for drugs or alcohol, and then told me the situation. He said "I can either arrest you for trying to evade the police, give a ticket for doing 47 in a 30 and running a stop sign, or just give you a speeding ticket, you make the call." Obviously I took the latter of the 3, but I was still upset and worried about what my parents were going to do (I had only had my liscence a week). About 3 days before that I had gotten pulled over by the HWY patrol for doing 90 in a 60 when I was late for a golf match, and for some unknown reason he let me off, and only gave me about a 15 minute lecture about speeding. Since then I have gotten a radar detector (8500 X50), but that didn't seem to help me cause I got a ticket last week (LIDAR or laser radar, which is practically undetectable until you are right on top of it) that I still need to pay.
Some people call me a bad or irrisponsible driver because I get pulled over a lot--I disagree. Yes, I was dumb for trying to evade the police, I'll admit that, but I only did it because I wasn't thinking and I was afraid of the consequences. I drive fast, and I will most likely always drive fast. I'm sure I will take a lot of flak for this post, but just so I can hopefully ease some of it off, I don't put other people in harm. If a speed limit is 30, I am usually doing 40-45, unless in a neighborhood, then I slow down. Anyway, those are my "best" cop stories
Hockeyplay95
Some people call me a bad or irrisponsible driver because I get pulled over a lot--I disagree. Yes, I was dumb for trying to evade the police, I'll admit that, but I only did it because I wasn't thinking and I was afraid of the consequences. I drive fast, and I will most likely always drive fast. I'm sure I will take a lot of flak for this post, but just so I can hopefully ease some of it off, I don't put other people in harm. If a speed limit is 30, I am usually doing 40-45, unless in a neighborhood, then I slow down. Anyway, those are my "best" cop stories
Hockeyplay95
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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...