What's your weirdest cop encounter ?

[rouxroux]

Was out driving in the Corsa convertible one afternoon and soon had a State Trooper following me. Was not speeding or doing anything out of the ordinary. He followed me for 15 minutes before lighting me up. I pulled over and he walked up and asked " why don't you have a year sticker on your license plate? I pulled out my registration and handed it to him saying "sir, these are antique plates and are marked as permanent on my registration".he replied "yeah, I know, but that was the only reason I could think of to pull you over, I've never seen one of these in person and just wanted to look it over". Gave him the whole tour and he gave me a "business card" and said "if you ever need anything, just call". The dude was a gear head.

[Joe Bob]

My teammates and I had just won the Western States Cahmpionship in Cross Country......we got whacked at the local Pizza joint which involved lots of spilled beer. The only one over 21 was driving and we got pulled over....the van smeeled like a brewhouse.....we 'splained what uo and we got a warning.....


Earlier in my career, I was coming home from my Dad's ski area above LA. Angeles Crest Highway has a LONG downhil grade with lots of twisties. I had a hot rod Karmann Ghia. I used to coast the whole way down w/o touching the brakes.

The long straight away at the bottom....musta hit 85-90. Was pulled over. The CHP asked for license and registration....asked why he couldn't hear an engine or see brake lights....I was truthfull and said I was coasting....he said, use more brake. Got in his ride and split.....

[intakexhaust]

Originally Posted by Joe Bob

My teammates and I had just won the Western States Cahmpionship in Cross Country......we got whacked at the local Pizza joint which involved lots of spilled beer. The only one over 21 was driving and we got pulled over....the van smeeled like a brewhouse.....we 'splained what uo and we got a warning.....


Earlier in my career, I was coming home from my Dad's ski area above LA. Angeles Crest Highway has a LONG downhil grade with lots of twisties. I had a hot rod Karmann Ghia. I used to coast the whole way down w/o touching the brakes.

The long straight away at the bottom....musta hit 85-90. Was pulled over. The CHP asked for license and registration....asked why he couldn't hear an engine or see brake lights....I was truthfull and said I was coasting....he said, use more brake. Got in his ride and split.....

The coaster story - too funny! Reminds me of my coaster and was really driving my sisters PINTO WAGON with a rod knock - downhill, mashed right pedal and hit 80 mph! Got pulled over and then a bunch of other squads pulled up and looked the poor thing over, probably felt bad for me, chuckled and let me go!

[Dottore]

Great stories!

Mine takes place in Europe. It's 1974 and I'm a cute young hippy with long blond hair trying to hitch a ride from Arezzo (Italy) north and east to Istanbul. I'm amazed to get picked up by a cop, who offers me a ride about 100km along.

I put my backpack in the trunk, and get in next to him. Suddenly he turns off the main road to go overland on what he claims is "a short cut". Soon we are in the middle of nowhere, and he starts pulling pornographic pictures out from the glove-box and from under his seat and breathing heavily.

This was the worst kind of pornography imaginable—the kind no one should have to see. He's steering with one hand at this point and occasionally grabbing for my crotch. I think about bailing out in some corner—but my backpack with everything I own is in the trunk.

This goes on for about 50 kilometers on mountainous roads, with this friggin cop getting increasingly heavy and aggressive—and me trying to fight him off while only thinking of my backpack in the trunk.

Eventually we hit the Autostrada again, and lo and behold we hit a toll-booth with a bit of a traffic jam! I time things well, pull the keys from the ignition, jump out, open the trunk and retrieve my knapsack—all in one superhuman move.

The cop-car is by this time filled with pornography. I have my knapsack, and notice that the embankment on my left is full of grapefruit-sized rocks. So first I throw the farkers keys high up on the embankment where he will never find them.

Then I start taking rocks and completely demolishing the cop-car. All the windows first. Then the sheet metal. The cop is going ape-shyte inside trying to collect the pornography and protect himself. Toll booth attendants are running over wondering what the fark is going on. Everyone is blowing their horns and flashing their lights.

After totally trashing this arsehole's cop car, I walk through the traffic jam to the other side of the toll-booth explaining to everyone that the cop was a complete pervert. The cop takes no steps to protect himself because the pornography is all over his car for everyone to see.

I have no idea what happened to this swine. I got a ride almost immediately on the other side of the toll booth.

[paulgtr]

[lukeh]

This is from 20yrs back. It's 2:30 am and my friend and I are in the middle of nowhere. He had been drinking but I hadn't had a drop and was driving.. We're college kids and I have my old convertible Triumph TR7. I'm doing 59 in a 55 and have a clean record.

All of a sudden a car comes up behind us and sits right on my tail. My buddy and I are trying to figure out what is going on and it makes us a little uneasy that we are in the the middle of the Wisconsin north woods. We think some drunk fools are just being jerks. Thoughts of Deliverance or we're are to be robbed pop into our minds. I stay at 59 for several more miles and the car won't back off or pass. He just sits there with his headlights illuminating my interior.

At that point I take it up to 60...61...62...63... and he still sits on my bumper. Once I hit 65 his cop lights come on. I pull over and he walks up and asks me if I know why I'm being pulled over. I tell him we were concerned about being in the middle of nowhere and being tailgated. We tell him we were concerned for out safety and if we knew he was a cop I would have kept increasing my speed.

Then it got uncomfortable. He asked if I wanted to go back to his car and see the number on the radar. I said I didn't need to because I knew how fast I was going. He then asked how much I had to drink. My friend and I both said nothing. He wanted to know if I felt if I could walk a straight line. I said sure...lets go. Then he wanted to know what I'm doing at 2:30 am hrs. from home. After some back and forth he said I'm getting a ticket for speeding. I said that wasn't fair and I asked him how fast I was going when he first came up on me. He said that was irrelevant. I asked him what I should do when I'm being tailgated at 2:30 am. He said pull over and let the car pass. I said what if you were a crook and that is what you wanted me to do. He said quit being a smart ass. Then I used the word entrapment and he literally put his hand on his holster and asked if I had any other accusations I wanted to make. I shut up and took the ticket and left. I so wanted to fight it but I'd have had to drive 5 hours each way to court and try and get a day off from my summer job when we didn't get days off. It was also only a $65 ticket and I would have lost a days pay that was more than the $65 ticket.

Sorry for the novel but 20 years later, that night still burns me up.

[id10t]

Well, I've only been stopped twice, so I guess the most interesting one was when I was walking on the interstate. Had been in the woods next to it, ran into a large creek, crossed small (3') fence to get on to interstate, on other side of the creek the fence was 10'. ;( The stop-n-rob I worked in required wearing a white shirt and tie, sot hat is how I was dressed. Explained to the FHP trooper, he wrote me a warning then gave me a ride to where I was headed...

[944Larry]

early 70's, Baton Rouge LA. I was cruising down the road (speeding) when it seemed like half the police force fell in behind me and pulled me over. I was, of course, terrified. All they wanted was "to see the mini Corvette". They had never seen an Opel GT and had no idea what it was. They let me go with no problem, much to my relief.

[HardDrive]

It is 1994. I am driving a Suzuki Kantana 600 on the Lodge freeway in Detroit. About 3:30am. My condition could be described as 'drunk+chemical mayhem'. I pass a Michigan State cop going about 100mph just at a point that the road goes straight for about 2 miles. I don't see the cop, I bury the throttle, and on we go into the night.....who knows how fast, 130ish.......?

I'm buried behind the windscreen, but the strap from the helmet is smacking me in the face (given my condition, I've forgot to fasten it.) I let off the throttle, and raise my head a bit to try and fiddle with the helmet strap.....and thats when I notice.....way back in the vibrating rear view mirrors....a blinking red light.

I slow down, and think, "I wonder if he is after me?". Ummmmm.....yeah sport, he's after you.

He comes up on me fast, but I pull over right away. All lights on me, I shut the bike off, I take the keys out, and lay them on the seat. I carefully take my wallet out, and insurance, and get them sorted to hand to the officer. The cop and his partner are still in the car. Finally the cop gets out, and walks up quick. He's pissed. He says, "Do you know how fast you were going?!?!?!", I say "I'm not sure, but I know I was breaking the law, I was speeding, I'm sorry." He huffs, "YEAH, you were speeding!"

Cop goes back to the car, comes back with a ticket, 100 in a 55. Now, I'm sure your thinking, this is a train wreck........nope. Handing me a ticket is gold. You see, this is Michigan, circa 1994. Home of the auto industry. Speeding tickets are kept way in check. If you don't get a DWI, reckless driving, etc.....its nothing. So my 100 in a 55 cost me $112 and 3 points on my license.

Side note: The fact that I'm alive, and I have manage to breed, really casts doubt on Darwin's thinking.

[Bill Douglas]

I got pulled over by a cop and he said "Have you been drinking sir?"
I said "No, but I sure could do with a beer."
He did an overly deliberate look left, look right, and said "I finish in half an hour and that's the first thing I'm doing."

[Rick V]

Back in the early 80's before the crack down on street racing we used to go out on a great stretch of country road and drag race. The spot we chose was over a mile long, straight with no driveways, or intersections, and we used CB's and spotters to make sure we had the road before a heat. One evening a state boy rolls in and informs us that we need to leave and that he didn't want to see our cars out again that night or he would bust us all for drag racing. We said yes sir and left. Most of us had more than one car so we were back in that same spot a little while later doing the same thing again. Same cop comes back and is pissed. We informed him that these were all different cars and that we did as he asked. He finally just smiled and told us to go home and if he saw us out again we would get arrested. We said yes sir and went and played some basketball.
I miss the old days.....

[billybek]

Originally Posted by dottore

great stories!

Mine takes place in europe. It's 1974 and i'm a cute young hippy with long blond hair trying to hitch a ride from arezzo (italy) north and east to istanbul. I'm amazed to get picked up by a cop, who offers me a ride about 100km along.

I put my backpack in the trunk, and get in next to him. Suddenly he turns off the main road to go overland on what he claims is "a short cut". Soon we are in the middle of nowhere, and he starts pulling pornographic pictures out from the glove-box and from under his seat and breathing heavily.

This was the worst kind of pornography imaginable—the kind no one should have to see. He's steering with one hand at this point and occasionally grabbing for my crotch. I think about bailing out in some corner—but my backpack with everything i own is in the trunk.

This goes on for about 50 kilometers on mountainous roads, with this friggin cop getting increasingly heavy and aggressive—and me trying to fight him off while only thinking of my backpack in the trunk.

Eventually we hit the autostrada again, and lo and behold we hit a toll-booth with a bit of a traffic jam! I time things well, pull the keys from the ignition, jump out, open the trunk and retrieve my knapsack—all in one superhuman move.

The cop-car is by this time filled with pornography. I have my knapsack, and notice that the embankment on my left is full of grapefruit-sized rocks. So first i throw the farkers keys high up on the embankment where he will never find them.

Then i start taking rocks and completely demolishing the cop-car. All the windows first. Then the sheet metal. The cop is going ape-shyte inside trying to collect the pornography and protect himself. Toll booth attendants are running over wondering what the fark is going on. Everyone is blowing their horns and flashing their lights.

After totally trashing this arsehole's cop car, i walk through the traffic jam to the other side of the toll-booth explaining to everyone that the cop was a complete pervert. The cop takes no steps to protect himself because the pornography is all over his car for everyone to see.

I have no idea what happened to this swine. I got a ride almost immediately on the other side of the toll booth.

you win!

[svandamme]

+1

[Porchcar guy]

Can't think of a better one so "dottore" gets the prize...good on ya!

[s_morrison57]

I'm coming home late from work and doing 85 in a 60 zone and a cop passes me and turns around , I pull over before he gets there. I don't have my licience but show him the registration, told him I don't take my licience to work, there is also a burnt out headlight so I'm looking at 6 points and 150 buck fine when he says "where'd you get that shirt", "Its one of my dad's old one" So he gives me a warning to produce my licence within seven days and its ok if the foreman brings it in, we were staying in a small town of 400 and the cop shop was 30 miles away in the city.
3 days later same thing happens but I was following a car and slowed down to 70 but he pulled me over and asks for the L & R give him the registration and tell him the foreman took my licience to town to cancel the warning "but I got the headlight fixed", he lets me go again but says "slow that dam vechicle down", "yes sir"
About 4 days later on the way to work we see a car pulled over at a "T" intersection to the highway and I say to my partner "they're either outta gas or dead" I reconize the car as a local one from the small town, rusted out Dodge, so we turn around to give them some gas or a boost - whatever. We got close to the car and you could tell they were dead, carbon monoxide, must have been a hell of a leak. My helper didn't want want to stay there so he went and called the cops and before he gets back the same cop shows up and see's me sitting on the hood of this car with the 2 dead guys in it. I'm 1/2 way through my story of how we found the car when my helper shows up, the cop says " ok this is what I want you to do, get in your truck and get the hell outta here and I don't ever want to see you again" "yes sir" 1/2 way to the truck he calls out "and let him drive" "yes sir", never did see him again but he was one of the good guys.
Finn

[Rapewta]

I had an AC Cobra that I put together (kit car by Butler Racing Inc.) My wife and I were leaving a North Lake Tahoe car show and I was just crusing on towards Truckee, Calif. It is a long, clear straight drive.
Around five cars are in front of me doing the speed limit (55). I decide to go around them. I punched it and was probably doing 120 when I got around them.

Up a head coming towards me is a Calif. Hiway Patrol. We shot past each other.
By then, I had really slowed down quit a bit. Anyway, I see his car turning around.
I slowed to a stop, turning off on a narrow dirt side road.
He comes flying up and parks behind me. My wife and I are in tropical shirts and shorts and shoes. Summer.

He walks up to me and acutually yells at me to get out of the car.
He takes me over to his cruiser and with the door open, shows me two digital
displays on the dash. One showed his speed, 55 and the other mine, 96 mph.
I don't know how that stuffs works but I know what I saw.

We go back to my car and he explains that this is an arrest and car impoundment.
Sshhhhh!

Then he explains what kind of nightmare this stretch of hi-way is with all the "head on accidents".

Now he starts cooling down just a bit and starts asking questions about the Cobra. I start giving him a little history on the build, opening he hood and just basically kissing some major booty.

He asks my wife if she can drive the car and because the seat is non-adjustable and I am almost six foot, she says "no". Manual five speed Doug Nash with hydraulic clutch anyway.

He stands in front of the car for maybe 30 seconds, then like chewing out some little kid caught screwing up, which I did, he tells me to "get back in the car, and drive it home without breaking the speed limit".

Other stories but not like this one. See, not all lawmen are chumps.

[on2wheels52]

My wife got pulled over in town one winter. The guy must have been cold because he asks, "Do you know what the temperature (instead of speed limit) is on College Street?" When she expressed her puzzlement he realized what he said. She got off with a warning.
Jim

[FrankyV]

Driver next to me admiring my 997S and the road (50 mph divided highway) is clear ahead so I decide to give him a little show and nail it when the light turns green. Run it to redline in three gears and shut it down for the red light ahead when I notice a Chevy quickly closing in the mirrors. As I stop for the light, blue lights come on in the grill of the unmarked car as the uniformed officer stops behind me and gets out. "Where are you going in such a hurry? Don't get me wrong if it was my car I would be doing the exact same thing, but if I don't pull you over someone calls my supervisor and I get in trouble." Cursory glance at my license and registration and lets my go with the obligatory "slow it down". Yes he was decent, but did not have a radar reading and never had a chance to pace me so he had no idea how fast I was going and could not prove it.

[mikesride]

85mph on 65mph in Wyoming just two years ago. He asked why I was driving so fast and my initial response was "cause I didn't see you there". We started talking about the 911 and he took the big hat off and climbed in the passanger seat and asked me to go! At 130mph he was all smiles and said "ok turn around get me back to my car...slow down you can be a smudge on the guardrail in some other guys state!

[masraum]

There have been several entertaining stories on the Rennlist about this sort of thing with several including being pulled over and let go.

In one of the stories someone was pulled over on some road in New Jersey, I wanna say Jersey turnpike, or something like that in a maseratti doing 167. The cop said if he could borrow the car for 15 minutes that he'd let the guy go. He handcuffed the guy in the back of his car and left. The guy says the cop showed up 2 hours later and let the guy go. He didn't ask any questions.