Post Your Most Memorable 911 Ticket

[RSBob]

Everyone enjoys reading about people being cited for gross violations or just being human and stupid. Why not share your misfortune for the amusement and possibly ridicule of others?! Please hurry - quantities are limited.

Mine are unfortunately a little boring, so it shouldn't take much to top these.

When going about 75 on a 2 laner in eastern 'Orygun' between Sisters and Bend I was enjoying the car, listening to Blue Oyster Cult, going over a series of low rolling little hills when I meet an Oregon State Police going the opposite direction on the crest of a hill, radar detector fires when the cruiser's nose just appears, and I know I am instantly dead meet. He had to be flipping his radar on and off when seeing approaching traffic. Well he lights up like Christmas , flips a U-turn and has me over in less than a minute. No sense even trying to argue my way out when he offered to let me see the reading on the radar unit.

My favorite near miss, was on a two-lane highway in Washington state behind a row of 5 cars being held up by grandpa doing 43 MPH. Directly behind me was a Honda civic, riced to the max. When an opening appears in the oncoming traffic, I overtake the 5 cars in nothing flat with the ricer on my heals. I am doing 85, and immediately pull over after overtaking, and the ricer whips past me still on the 'go' peddle. I immediately start backing off while watching the ricer approaching 3 figures - showing that lame Porsche what a Honda can really do. Well in the oncoming lane are 6 cars with a plane gold Malibu in the middle. I am probably at 70 and still decellerating when the approaching cars are just about to me, and the Malibu turns into a light show. He immediately flips a U, and is bearring down on me, and I start slowly moving over to the area over the fog line (now doing the legal limit) - he then blows by me and 3 minutes later I see the kid driving the Honda in handcuffs - game over. How I wanted to honk and waive and yell Honda's rule dude!

[Insert disclaimer about not condoning or encouraging speeding here]

[theclaw]

I was on my way to Blackhawk for Octoberfest on highway 90 outside of Chicago. I was pretty far out in the sticks, the sun had not fully come up and I was doing something over the 65mph limit. I thought I was in good shape as there was a SUV about 1/2 mile ahead that was consistently pulling away from.

I crest a hill and who is sitting in the median but a ILHP squad car. He immediately lit 'em up and pulled in behind me. I pulled over, and got my documents ready. Now, I had my numbers on the side of the car, tools in the back, cooler, helmet and everything else I need for a DE at Blackhawk. The patrolman took a look my stuff and asked, "Going to Blackhawk?". "Yes Sir" I replied.

He came back and stunned me as he wrote me a WARNING ticket with an indicated speed of 74pmh (in a 64). As he gave me the warning slip he sternly said "Keep the speed on the track". " Ok", I said. Then I asked what he clocked me at since I'm sure my 23 year old speedo was off. "If I told you, I'd have to give you a real ticket", he said. Fair 'nough to me.

"Hey, Why didn't you tag that SUV that was clearly going faster than me?" I asked before he walked away. "You were the first one I came across, that's all."

Luck of the draw. At least it was only a warning.

[RWebb]

I drive only Blue 911s and have never gotten a ticket in one. Got pulled over 2 or 3 times tho.

I did get a ticket in my silver Boxster S tho.

[pwd72s]

1970 911T...shortly after the 55 MPH speed limit imposed. Get this...an "energy" ticket...for going FIFTY-SEVEN on interstate 5!

I went to court...and lost. Should have appealed.

[ljowdy]

Back in 1976 while driving the first 930 Turbo back to Calif. from Ann Arbor Michigan see: http://forums.pelicanparts.com/porsche-911-technical-forum/381919-99-995-starting-bid-930-a-post3639882.html?highlight=dad#post3639882

I was cruising along I-70 about 10 miles east of Crescent City, Utah at about 76 MPH (this was back in the 55 MPH days) About 5 minutes prior, I had the car up to 145 MPH. (An interesting thing happens at 145 MPH. At slower speeds, the rubber tipped rear spoiler was visible in the rear view mirror, at 145 MPH, the wind is pushing down so hard, it flattens the rubber spoiler and it's not visible in the mirror) Like I said, I slowed down to 76 MPH and I was so velocitized by the previous speed I felt I could run faster. About that time, I was descending a slight hill and across he interstate, parked on the east bound on ramp was a Utah Highway patrol car. When I came into range, he started moving east and eventaully crossed the center median. About that time, I knew I had been caught and I pulled over waiting for the Highway patrolman. He approached my car and immediately asked for my drivers license and registration. (As a side note, I'm a retired Sergeant from the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Dept) I always kept my license in my badge holder and when I removed it, he saw my badge and immediately said, I give tickets to other officers!!! My reply was "you're a jerk" his reply was, " No I'm not!!!!! I've received tickets from my brother Utah Highway patrolman" I replied, "did you show them your badge", his reply, "NO!!! I was too embarased" my reply, "you really are a jerk"

He then told me to go sit in his car and he would show me how his RADAR worked, I replied, "I taught RADAR operation at my Academy" His reply, "I don't care, let me show you how it works"

OK, so I'm now sitting in the passenger seat of his patrol car and his RADAR display is blinking 76, 76,76. (That's how I knew I was going 76 MPH)

He got in his car and started writing a citation and said, "today's your lucky day because I'm only going to write you for 75, not 76" Once he was done writing the citation, he asked "Do you want same day appearance or do you want me to escort you to court" I asked "what's the difference" and his reply was "If I give you same day appearance, then you drive to court by yourself, If I escort you to court then I have to impound your car, handcuff you and take you to court" I just looked at him and said "What do you think??" His reply, "" OH!!! I guess you want same day appearance" My reply, "Golly Gee, I think so!!!"

So, I now have the citation and my buddy the Utah Highway Patrol officer tells me to drive about 10 miles and get off the Interstate at exit 122 Crescent City and park in front of the cafe, enter the cafe and ask the waitress for the judge. This stinks so I ask the Highway patrol officer if the judge was is his brother-in-law and he replies with a strange look on his face and says "No??" I then ask, "where does the Judge live" reply,,,"In the green trailer behind the cafe" I then asked the name of the judge and he replied "Judge Lange" I said OK and drove west.

I thought hard and long about driving past exit 122 but common sense took over and I exited the interstate, put on a very light wind breaker (60 degrees) and enter the cafe. As I entered, I noticed that the south east corner of the cafe had glass walls on the south and the east sides. Behind the glass I could see guns, dope, knives and other stuff that was obviously evidence as each item was tagged. (these items were in plain view from outside the cafe)

I entered the cafe and about 3 or 4 "locals" were seated around a table and I clearly heard "Boy, the Judge sure got that guy" (I'm not sure what "that guy" did but it didn't sound promising)

The waitress asked if she could help and I said "NO" and left. I walked around back and found the "green trailer" and knocked on the door. A man answered and asked what I wanted, I said, "are you judge Lange?" He replied, "YES" I then said, I received a ticket.

You're not going to believe this but he said """ OK, go into the cafe and ask the waitress to call me" I'm pretty sure I rolled my eyes when I said, "but Judge, I'm standing right here and so are you" He stuttered and said ""ah , ah, OK, I'll be right there" He closed the door and emerged wearing an Alaskan Down Parka with the hood over his head, we walked about 10 steps into the back door of the cafe and he removed his coat.

Once in his "court room" he said, Court is in session, let me see your citation.
I gave him the citation and he asked how I wanted to pleed, "guilty or not guilty." I asked if Utah allowed jury trials for traffic offenses and he said yes so, I said, if the men sitting in the cafe constitute a jury of my peer's then If you'll grant a change of venue I'll pleed Not Guilty.

He looked at me very strangely and asked "what?" I repeated myself and again he asked "what?"

By now I was fed up and said, OK, If I pleed guilty, how much is the fine, he replied $20.00 and I said "GUILTY"

I reached into my pocket and gave him a $20.00 bill and he said, "OK, you're free to leave"

I asked, is court no longer in session and he said "I'm done" I then stated "Can I have a receipt?" and he replied "what?, don't you trust me?" I replied, "it's not a matter of trust, I drive through your state all the time and if by chance this ticket and fine should get lost in the system, I don't want a warrant for my arrest to be served, I want proof that I paid the citation." Very reluctantly, he issued me a receipt, (much like the generic receipts you can buy at Staples) I made him sign the citation and affix his rubber stamp and court rubber stamp and left, never to be stopped in Utah again.

I carried that receipt for years when ever I drove through Utah.

This IS A TRUE story.

[YTNUKLR]

Awww, Paul....that's just cruel and unusual punishment.

Not that I'm a fan of government, but at least when I've been pulled over I was legitimately going fast (63 in a 40 when I was 16, 75 in a 45, "85+" in a 65...yeah, can't drive that fast anymore on the street or else I won't get my collector car insurance ). The one exception when I was pulled over and did not know why, I was on vacation in Monterey (Historics Races) and a cop pulled me over for a dead brake light bulb, thought I had been drinking for some odd reason (I hadn't, I was 20 at the time) and gave me the whole nine yards of a field sobriety test. Felt so good to show that officer when that BAC meter beeped and it just said 0.0!! The cop was such a wanker about it, and kept insisting that I 'be honest' and 'tell the truth'...what a crock. (In the end, I went home with a fix-it ticket for the brake light and it was no big deal.)

I'm done with tickets. Since being a teenager, I've chilled out on the roads. Now I drive safely and save my ticket money for track days and go-faster goodies.

[slodave]

My dad had recently given me his 911. He needed to take his new car for its first service and I said I'd follow and take him home. I get on the freeway via an up hill longish on ramp. I gas it and see a puff of smoke from the exhaust. Not sure if it was carbon or oil, I move to the fast lane and floor it as I was still going up a little hill. Paying attention to the let side mirror, I fly by a CHP that was in the right lane next to me. As I looked back up, I saw him and pulled myself over. Took the ticket for speeding, I didn't think he'd buy my story. I show up to the dealership about 15 minutes late. As my dad gets in the car, he asks "Why are you late, pulled over for speeding?" - I reply "yes", his next words, "you're joking, right?"....

Signed up for on-line traffic school soon after...

[Red88Carrera]

Probably not want you meant by "911 ticket" but here goes...

On September 11, 2001, I was in Ft. Wayne Indiana on business. I was supposed to fly back home that afternoon at 1pm. Just before 10am CT, my wife calls me and tells me she doesn't think I'll be flying home that day. She proceded to tell me what had happened that morning. Well, long story short, I kept the rental car, and made a 13 hour drive for home.
I still have that unused ticket around here somewhere.

[gigem75]

The one I didn't get...... 95 in a 65, late at night on the interstate, coming back from Shreveport, running sooooo sweet, come over a hill and there he is. Pull over and we start talking, told him what where we'd been, no sobrity tests, showed him the engine, smoking pretty good at the time from an oil leak on exhaust. Told him it might not start up, he offered a jump if I needed it, I didn't. All he asked was that I walk back to the car to see what his radar said. Gave me the 75 so I could take defensive driving. Asked that I slow down and watch out for the two units up ahead about 20 miles working narcotics. Said he'd never pulled over a Porsche before. Nicest State Trooper I ever met.

Years ago on the Norton, told the cop all I had were two more left turns and I would be home. He let me go.

[mike55]

....85kmph in a 50kmph zone (heading east from UBC along Marine Drive for those familiar with the route). Typical radar gun trap/motorcycle cops. Nothing out of the ordinary, except I got the ticket less than 15 minutes after I bought the car, transferred ownership and got the plates!!! First and only ticket in a Porsche........so far.

[RSBob]

Beginners (bad) luck?

Nice cops, following dad (of all people) and wacko judges - too funny.

[TRE Cup]

Every year we used to high tail it up to the Monterey Historics. It usually revolved around me getting my own Targa ready the afternoon of the day we left. (usually had been working on my buddies cars so they were always ready) So this provided the impetus to "make up for lost time" when we hit the highways.
Well... one year we had 5 of us ; A black RS clone with a 2.8 RS/R mfi, me with a 3 liter installed for the year , our red 77 turbo, a friend in a 2.4 T, and maniac buddy (RIP) in his tweaked 924 GTS clone (yeah, big turbo, big brakes, intercooler, lots of goodies) < we will call him Wes.

Our route would take us from the San Fernando Valley up the 101, to the coast where Hwy 1 would be liberally enjoyed.

So off we go. Wes is leading and from his extensive Cannonball Run experience (honest!) he is flying thru and around traffic. It was the most bizarre and somewhat scary thing. He had figured out that by AVERAGING 90 thru traffic, that they would not over react (no cell phone invented yet) as he would be gone in a flash. We attempted to do the same and made it to Santa Barbara just as it got dark. That is where we lost his tailamps and our nerve to keep up.
Emboldened by his flight, we took to San Marcos pass with some verve and streaked across well into 3 digits whenever clear roads allowed.
When we came up on slower traffic, we would "sneak up" at 70-75 to see what the clump was made up of, then dispatch ourselves ahead when it was clear again. If we had followed this tactic, we probably would have never experienced what followed.
Once we hit the 101 north again, we were using the clear spots to sprint, and work traffic smoothly to get ahead again. That's when some guy comes flying up in a V6 Chevy S10 pickup with this grin on his face. Not being ones with common sense or lack of testosterone, 4 feet went to the floor almost simultaneously to show this americun iron how teutonic metal can muster.

Dang if he did not stay with us to 125 or so! What the $%^&* ? So we hit it harder and this time really left him. Well at these rates you get speed drunk; it feels soo right when the cars are running smooth and the rhythm is going good. We covered the space between Los Olivos and San Luis Obispo in very short period of time. We slowed down as traffic was building getting into town and settled to the more sedate rate of 75 or so.
We exited for a quick stop at the Madonna Inn.

As we were sitting there waiting for the light to change, this strange loud voice shattered the night air "YOU, IN THE PORSCHES! WHEN THE LIGHT CHANGES TURN LEFT. DON'T TRY TO RUN AS WE HAVE YOUR LICENSE PLATE NUMBERS !!"

Oh... Holy mother of god !! There was the CHP sitting there right behind our little group on the ramp. The Teflon had worn thru. We were in deep you know what.
So we pull into the Madonna lot , and no sooner than we had stopped, it was a black and white circus. CHP cruisers, bikes, CHP Mustangs- " You got em all?" was overheard. Uh.. Oh... This was bigger than a regular stop (ya think?!)
" Why you guys slow down?" Huh? " why did you guys slow down?! I'd been chasing you since Los Olivos and thought you lost me till you slowed down coming into town. Heck you guys are real lucky because we were setting up a road block about a mile up!"
uh... this is not good. We had heard about when they set up road blocks. Cars impounded, huge fines, make the papers....

The driver of the CHP car on the ramp was all lit up. He was going to see us hang. Fortunately for us , his partner was a more experienced (and lenient) officer. He chatted with us for a little bit, putting fear into our brains (the teflon was coming back though- more later). As a group he asked what speed we felt was a good average. We crept up from 60 (absolute speed limit was 55 at the time) to 75, and "struck a deal"
No one would go to court over this and take our punishment at 75 mph (which just so happened to be the limit of traffic school at the time- phew!!)

Okay.. you think we would have learned from this? About an hour later while behaving ourselves on highway 1 leaving San Luis Obispo, Dan Hagerty (yeah, Grizzly Adams) and a friend of his go screaming by us in their 308's. Now you just know that if a Chevy S 10 could light us up, what a pair of pasta machines would do.

But that's another story for another time

[the]

I once got a ticket for going 165 mph coming back from Malibu. In my '73S Targa. With the roof off.

[ianc]

TRE, that is flirting.

Mine was morning after I bought my SC. I was driving it to work the day after buying it and did not have the new reg or insurance papers in the car. Car was insured, but not reg'd. Was going to do it that day. I was doing 75 in a 55. Figured my goose was cooked.

Luckily, it was my b'day.

Coppy listened to my sob story and, with a funny kind of lopsided grin on his face, gave me a warning and told me to slow it down.

Only time I've ever been given a warning in my entire careera...

ianc

[YTNUKLR]

Dave you tell stories like no other. just thought i'd let you know.

bravo.

[javadog]

Many years ago, I was travelling between Eastern Oklahoma and Arkansas, close to midnight on a warm, early summer Saturday night. The road was a brand new, divided 4 lane and, as there were no small towns adjacent to this road, there was no traffic. I was in a 930. The windows were down, the sunroof was open, the H1's were burning a nice view ahead. No oncoming traffic for miles.

I have been traveling this general route for years on a wretched old two lane and I'm pretty pleased to be trying out this nice, wide road. I can't resist tempataion. I change down to third and nail it. Moments later, I'm back in fourth, foot to the floor. A few miles up the road, I see the tailights from a solitary car, in the right hand lane about a half mile ahead. I have a brief conversation with myself and decide to press on. As I close on the car, I switch to low beams, breathe the throttle a little and crowd the left side of the road to give him a little room as I whistle past. Out of the corner of my eye, I see something shiny, about the size of a grapefruit on the left A pillar of the car. I reflect for a moment on that and try to recall what else I glimpsed. Might have beena plain-vanilla four door American sedan. Might have had really plain hubcaps. Uh, oh.

I roll out of the throttle and coast down to 70mph, which is the speed limit. I signal a change into the right hand lane and wait. Soon, I have a pair of headlights on my bumper. For the next 6 or 8 miles, that's where they stay. Then, he pulls to the left and slowly slides by. Looks like an undercover sheriff's car. Dark windows. County tag.

I think I passed an off-duty sherriff, he ran my plates and they came up clean and he decided to head home to bed. Lucky me.

JR

[avendlerdp]

[osidak]

When I was 17 I got popped for doing 155 in a 45 in my dad's MB 500E. I pulled over as I thought I knew the cop and I figured he would be showing up at the house any way so I better deal with it out there. I pull over and wait and wait. Finally the cop pulls in behind me and I realize it was not the one I thought it was. He comes to the car and screaming and yelling at me. He calms down enough for me to say "I did stop" At which point he told me I had 30 minutes to get some one out there to come pick me up and drive the car home or the car and I where taking a trip.

I called a buddy and got him there with a few minutes to spare..... All said and done I lost my license for 3 months and got to start paying my own insurance

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Was driving the elf back from Wilmington and somewhere around Rockingham my wife and I where discussing a possible move to Wilmington - was a beautiful day - 4 lane divided highway - I am following a clapped out pick up truck. My radar detector starts to sing. I scan the area and see the cop on the other side of the road already working someone. I ignore him as he can't get to me and besides I have my rabbit ahead of me. A few miles down the road I look in the mirror and I see a cop behind me with his lights on. I look down and I see I am running about 3500 rpm in 5th. I pulled over, I have my license and registration ready.

The cop asks me if I knew how fast I was going and in honesty I answered "no sir, I was following the truck ahead of me, my wife and where talking about moving and my mind must have wondered, I apologize if I was speeding"

He then asks me if I knew what the speed limit was again I had to plead that I did not know. He came back with "You where doing 75 in a 25!!!!!!!"

Of course at this point felt a lump in my throat as I had no idea the limit was 25 and I had visions of my wife having to drive my 911 and she can not drive a manual at all.

He asked me if I had any tickets currently and I answered "No sir" as they had all dropped off. He came back with a warning ticket. I puttered the rest of the way home.

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Was coming into work one morning in my Jetta TDI. A nice opening formed and I blasted up to about 90 at which point my V1 lighted up like a Christmas tree. I couldn't see him so I slowed and proceed to get off at my exit. When I came to the light I stopped right next to an identical looking Jetta 1.8t - the cop rolled in behind me and I could see him trying to figure out who was the target. The light turned green and I took off in second gear so I would leave plenty of soot - the 1.8 not seeing the unmarked car took off pretty hard.

Guess who got pulled -

[yelcab1]

Originally Posted by avendlerdp

Ahh, our finest police enforcement at work in California.

My daughter got her first ticket the other day, running a red light no less. She wanted to pay the fine and I said "over my dead body. Go fight it out in court" We show up, the judge said, $200 now or $400 after the trial (like we are already guilty). So I said "I like to show my daughter the working of the court in case she aspires to be a judge one of these days." Day set for trial.

Trial day came, the officer sent a note to the judge "Not enough evidence." Ticket dismissed. So ... if they have not enough evidence to convict in court, why did they write the ticket in the first place ??

In your case, the picture shows the car NOT even crossing the line into the intersection. Why did the ********* reviewer send you the ticket ?

[shbop]

Originally Posted by avendlerdp

They tried that crap in Hawaii about two years ago. After the first few court challenges, they folded their tent, and all previously issued citations were reversed. This wasn't done automatically, you had to request it, and there was no refund of money, only clearing of record.