What's your weirdest cop encounter ?

[Porchcar guy]

Last night driving to a restaurant prior to a local play of "The Christmas Carol" I was stopped by a cop. Don't know why what came out of my mouth was "what's up bubba". He looked shocked and said "Is that all you have to say to me?". I did not think I was speeding but he said 50 in a 35, tail light was out also. Showed him my stuff and we talked about the winds Thursday here in Albuquerque. Handed me back my DL, Reg, and Ins card and said get the tail fixed. Had the left side running lights fixed last week and now..the left brake light does not come on and the left tail light goes out when stepping on the brake ...Grrrrrrr.

Off to the play and decided to take the highway home so as to use less brakes. get off I-40 and have a pretty straight shot to my house. On comes the bubble lights from a county cop and I pull into the right turn lane to stop for him. he turns his lights off and goes past me. I pull back on the street and he pulls off so he can follow me again. Turn off left to go home, he is still following me, turn signal right for my house and not using the brakes..he blows past me... WEIRD night and not even a full moon !!

[Bob Kontak]

Late night run home from Charlotte to Akron in my Passat wagon. Car full of junk from my folks's house as they downsized. Also have two big honkin' impulse-buy used NASCAR tires signed by Michael Waltrip in the back with the lamps, rocking chairs etc.

Pulled over. Cop says, "Man, those Volvos really can haul" I say, "It's a VW, Sir." The he says his daughter has a volleyball tournament in my town the next morning and asked how far it is. I tell him and he lets me go with no ticket. Says to slow down because of deer.

I am thinking he thought I stole the car and the stuff.

Also, I could not find the registration but they look that up before they even approach the car, right?

[pwd72s]

Just the usual speeding tickets...nothing weird. I've noticed one thing though...since my hair has turned even lighter than it's youthful blonde, I get ignored by cops. This was true in the 911S, is also true in the Mustang. I can't remember my last ticket...it's been a long time since I've been pulled over.

So...in the interest of "weird"...here's a post from a Mustang board for you..

"I detailed the bullitt up last night so she was lookin fresh, 11:30ish I was on my way home from a friends house. In a residential area 25mph zone. I noticed a city officer two cars behind me.

He went out of his way to follow me, I found it odd so I kept minding my business. We got stopped at a red light, he pulled up next to me and in a hard ass gesture motioned me to roll my tinted the **** out window down lol.

I did the classic, ****TT to myself wondering what this guy wanted.

First thing out of his mouth, "dude that is the baddest sounding Mustang I have ever heard is it stock!?" I replied with what exhaust I was running and so on.

He said "man I see you all the time and I always say to myself, dang that guy did that car right!"

I replied with a thanks

He then said he was hoping that I was going to get on it over this bridge (25mph) because he wanted to hear it. I told him if he wouldn't have been behind me I most likely would have, he laughed it off and the light turned green.


Made my night."

[LakeCleElum]

B4 - CHP had radar, I'm on my motorcycle with some guys heading from Redding out to the coast....I pull over to take off my raingear and am hauling A$$ to catchup....Doing over 100 in a 55 when I see the black & white coming toward me. Throw out the anchor and have it down to a sane speed when we meet.

He does a U-turn and follows me awhile. I'm doing 50 now...Instead of pulling me over, he comes along and stays beside me. I look over and he pulls his glasses way down on his nose and gives me: "THE LOOK".......Then, he kicks it up and is gone......Whew.....

[5String43]

This happened a good long time ago - but stopped by a cop who thought he had a live one because there was a beer cooler in the back of the Chevy station wagon I was driving at the time. He opened the rear hatch - it was late at night, you understand - shined his light into the cooler, dug his hand into the ice, and came up with...

...the body of a 5-foot Diamondback rattler that I'd killed on the road a bit earlier. I'd removed the head, naturally. He was less than thrilled.

[Cdnone1]

I got stopped coming back from the mountains. I was driving my Jeep Cherokee loaded to the rafters with everything from a week of skiing. On top of that my mother in law and two kids where in the back seat and my son's wheelchair was strapped to the roof.
It was serious end of Christmas holiday traffic and we where driving in the car pool lane doing about 55.
A cop comes from three lanes over into the car pool lane and hits his reds. I figure he is in a hurry to get some where and I better get out of his way.
He informs me to pull to the side , etc.
When we get stopped he informs me he had me clocked at 85. (Not to sure how he could have paced me doing 85 when he was originally in a lane doing 40)
My Mother in law starts talking from the back seat, my wife is pissed and bending his ear, my son son is asking if I'm going to jail, it's a mad house.
I look at the cop and say. Here are the keys, I'll wait here, you get in and if you can get this thing to do 85 you can have it and everything in it.
He did not find that funny.
He wrote me a ticket for doing 86.
He most have been having a bad day
Steve

[tanmanbgoh]

Best way out of ticket is to say,":why dont ya give me a seatbelt ticket" instead of speeding,it works, plus it doesnt go against your license..It worked for me ..$65 instaed of $125..

[ShakinJoe]

Just last month I was returning from Miami and got pulled over in my 2012 VW Passatt TDI doing 85 in a 70. The first thing I said was "man that is an Awesome hiding spot in plain site! You must write a crapload of tickets here!". He responded with " do you want to know how fast you were going before you slammed on the brakes!?"

When asked for my license and registration I asked him in a very sincere tone that my license is in my pocket and Reg in the glovebox and does he mind if I take my hands off the wheel to get them which he was cool with.

He returned from his car with a warning and a smile on his face stating that he could not ticket me do to my attitude as he get too many ***holes on a daily basis. He then asks about the new car and the mileage etc.

Funny......

[regency]

I was coming home after having dinner at my parents house, way out in the country. My Dad had a huge garden and had just loaded me up with a bunch of fresh produce he'd just picked. It was in the passenger seat of my 1966 Impala, in used paper bags. My Impala had a worn out steering rack and tended to "wander" a bit on the HWY. Got pulled over and the Cop came up to my window, I handed him papers, he asked "have you been drinking"? I said no. He asked why I was "weaving", I told him my steering was "loose". Cop then says, "Lets see what's in those bags". I showed him all my fruits & Vegetables and he laughed and told my to get my steering fixed.

Steve

73 911 T MFI Coupe, Aubergine

[E Sully]

Thirty years ago I was on my way to upstate NY in my Mustang to bring my brother back to Buffalo for college. The highway was empty and my brother asked how fast the car would go. I quickly brought it up to about 125 and right back down to 60. About 30 seconds later a state trooper goes flying by wide open. I guess he was shooting radar on the other side of the highway and it set off the detector, but did not see the type of car from his hiding spot. Since he saw me going normal speed in the right lane he probably figured there was someone ahead of me zipping along.
Two weeks later my brother tells me a friend is selling a Suzuki GS 1000 cheap, just needs a rear tire. Airline had a $50 special from NYC to Buffalo so I flew up a week later after registering the bike to bring ride it home.
My brother and his girlfriend came with me in her Toyota. Half way home brother decided to bring it up to 80 mph. It was raining lightly so I stayed around the speed limit on the bike. Suddenly a trooper is behind me with his lights on. I was confused since I did nothing wrong, and he hadn't stopped my brother who was speeding. He tells me he pulled me over because he didn't see the inspection sticker, and I showed him the 10 day temporary one. I explained I just bought it and was following my brother home. He asked if my brother was driving a Toyota. I said yes and he told me to tell him to slow down and drove off. 10 miles later I find my brother on the side of the highway waiting for me. I tell him the story. A couple miles later we pass the trooper on the side of the road with his radar set up again. He gave us a smile and waved as we passed. I guess he disliked motorcyclists more than speeders.

[p911dad]

This encounter, too, happened a long time ago, and is not likely to be repeated in today's world. A chick I was friends with just got a new Olds 442 convertible as a high school graduation present. We went up to a little place called the Stone Jug for a few beers to celebrate her good fortune. As luck would have it on the trip back the 442 was nearly dry, but instead of listening to my council on running low, she said her dad had told her to go as fast as she could if she got low on gas, reasoning that you would cover ground faster. I am not making this up.
I was the passenger, luckily, as we were way over 100 on the Niagara Parkway late at night. We passed a Niagara Park Police patrol car sitting along the road at full speed when the 442 ran out of gas! As we coasted to a stop, not a half mile from Candy's house the cop pulled up. She proceeded to tell her story and reasoning and the cop gave me his keys and told me to take the gas can out of the cruiser's trunk and pour it into Candy's tank. I would have been cuffed and hauled away, but Candy had those assets that could cut through all that.

[svandamme]

19, sunday morning, smacked out of my head on weed, sitting on the steps of the police station, smoking weed with a bunch of locals in a town i'm not familar with.. Hadn't noticed that it was a police station at all.. When a cop car stops right in front of us, but i'm to wasted to toss the spliff.. cops walk up , pass me, enter the building...

I'm having a really, really slow, wtf moment.
i think about 3 minutes later, i turn to my buddies, and ask em" dude, cops, wtf just happened?"
dude goes, no worries mate, it's my brother, we good

[Zeke]

Every time I've been stopped it's been weird. But weird was the stealth car that only came out at night. Dull black, no decals, concealed lights, blacked out windows. This was in Talladega, AL. I did not like seeing that car.

[Hendog]

This is a long time ago…Leaving Saskatoon from a failed job interview, I entered a traffic circle only to exit the next right. Both lanes from the circle merged into one at the exit, unbeknownst to me. I ended up cutting off a ghost car in my yellow ’74 Nova SS with black stripes. Realizing my error but unaware of “law man” behind me, I avoided looking at the “fellow” in rear view as we pulled up to the stop lights.

When the lights turned green, we were headed for the open 4lane divided highway with noon hour traffic. I could tell this “guy” was not happy with me since he wouldn’t get off my tail. I was thinking “it was an honest mistake; no harm no foul!” I tried to shake him a few times: up to 80Mph then back down to 60-55. I’d get ‘er up to 80 again and pass a semi, pull in front of the semi then stay there with the semi on my tail, thinking this “guys’” going to have to give up this schitt!! He just stayed in the other lane alongside the semi.

Well I got tired of this cat and mouse game and figured he surely won’t try keeping up to me if I go for it. I step on it; the speedo climbs past 80, 90, 100, 110, 115 and he’s keeping up!! We’re weaving through highway traffic and I’m at the point where I decide this is real dangerous and we need to stop this NOW! I PULL TO THE SIDE, MASH DOWN ON MY BRAKES! Buddy must have thought the same thing at the same time because as he goes flying by on my left he had just engaged his FLASHING LIGHTS???!!! Oh no…

The cop stops about 60 feet up ahead, leaves his cruiser in a huff, doesn’t even take the time to don his hat, huge strides to get to my window and unleashes his rant. I know not to say anything at that moment and let him blow his steam until he asked me to speak. Now mind you, I’m a clean cut kid, wearing my suit and tie just coming back from a job interview, clean DL record and all. He calls me out of the car and I start to give him my side of the story; I’m not a big guy so I don’t come off as any threat to anyone. We’re leaning on the back of his cruiser as I’m outlining the traffic circle, the two lanes, the single merge exit, not aware the ghost car was a cop car, thinking he was some jerk trying to goad me (didn’t have the term road-rage back then). Now we’re sitting in his cruiser as he calls in my DL and registration; all clean. I ask him why he didn’t stop me the first or second or third time I hit 80 Mph? He knew I had a point and he had pushed me. I was not the aggressor. He said he was on his way home for some lunch and he’ll let this go this time (don’t recall exactly his words), but he let me go without even a written warning.

When I got back to Regina, I had a blown master cylinder from that sudden stop to the shoulder. So it did cost me the repair to my brakes; otherwise it was a clean getaway!

[nostatic]

Two incidents come to mind, both back during the "lost years."

About 1am I'd finished a gig and was headed to a girl's apartment. I was wearing gig clothes (purple silk shirt, jeans, and a military vest) and had my guitar in the back seat of my '63 baja bug that was in-progress (ie raw fiberglass hood and fenders). I'm just about to the apartment when I see the lights behind me. I pull over and roll down the window. The officer asks me to get out of the car. He take my license and registration and then begins with the questions while shining his flashlight into my car (and noting a few long-dry beer bottles).

him: so what are you doing here:
me: I'm coming from a gig and going to visit my girlfriend
him: where was your gig?
me: in La Mesa.
him: when did you finish?
me: about a half hour ago.
him: well, a vehicle fitting your description was reportedly involved in a robbery around here.
me: it wasn't me, I just got here.
him. I see, ok, have a nice night

he walks back to his car, and turns,

him: so do you drink?
me: sometimes, not much though
him: do you drink beer?
me: sometimes
him: do you drink wine?
me: not really
him: do you drink hard liquor?
me: very rarely

a pause while he stands next to his car

him: do you drink champagne?
me: no sir
him: ok, have a good night

And that was that. Let me know if you can figure out wtf was going on.

2nd incident. I was driving my dad's tricked out '78 Dodge van conversion, leaving a friend's apartment in Santee heading back to my parents house. Luckily I hadn't been partying or really doing much of anything other than hanging out (a rare occasion back then). I come to a complete stop at a stoplight, then signal and turn right. As soon as I make the turn I see the lights behind me. I ease over to the right and stop. I see a sheriff unit right behind me, then three more drop in behind him, and a fourth goes around me and parks right in front of me. I turn off the van and put my arms out the window. Cop comes up and tells me to get out of the car. I walk back to the front of his car and he asks for license and registration. Asks me where I'm coming from and I tell him. He says that a van fitting the description of mine was seen following someone up in the mountains all the way down to Santee. I tell him I wasn't up in the mountains (which was true). Meanwhile all 5 units are still there an everyone is staring at me. I see a smile on the face of the sheriff in the car behind me as he's calling in my info. Then I hear the radio come back, "no wants ore warrants..." Smile goes away from his face. He gets out of the car, gives me back my license and says, "stay out of trouble."

Ahh, to be young and have long hair...

[Jrboulder]

Lets just say it was in Wyoming on the 4th of July and it involves hitting the top end on my jetta with about a 1,000 miles on it at the time, getting shot in the ass with a bottle rocket, other stuff, and having the state troopers come over and tell us to go somewhere else.

[intakexhaust]

Great reads and goes to show there are some very decent cops out there. Knowing many on a personal side and the shenanigan going ons outside of their environment, the gearhead cops are generally forgiving if you don't BS, show respect and it might help you out.

Without boring all with many of these types of stories, one that sticks in my head was about a night out in my built S-zuki GSXR. The bike was very much borderline on being legal... stage 4 Yoshimura, very near slicks, etc. and actually not in most states. Anyhow after passing thru THREE sperate radar traps late at night and yes I'll admit to many MPH over the posted and my giveaway were hard handfulls on the binders whenever my detector wired to the helmet went off. You see (er - not) the indicators on the detector are useless at speed because the focus is on the road ahead and the brain reacts faster to an audio warning. Often I would still get pulled over and the cop would check the bike out and clearly state was unable to get a locked reading because of the rapid deceleration and give me a verbal behave.

Well that night, I wasn't pulled over after passing the three other traps but the fourth, a state trooper just wanted to advise me of burn't out tail lamp! Holy sheetz I told him and sincerely thanked him because that in itself is a bad situation for my safety. I further explained I had passed three other speed traps and nobody bothered to warn me.

So he ask, can you fix it or have a spare bulb? I told him no but it uses a standard automotive type whatever.. so he goes to his trunk, puts on a pair of deerskin gloves, removes a bulb from HIS squad tail light! Now the fun part - that bike was rigged with some no-no's and one in particular was a remote flip down plate and partially attached to the hinge bracket to the tail-light housing. It was an 'oh well' at this point and proceeded to flip down the plate and trick stuff and get to the bulb for replacement. The cop sort of helped and observed. Not many words were exchanged but I thanked him again and offered him to follow me to the next exit to a late night gas station and get a bulb for his car. He said no thanks but I insisted and bought him a cup of jo and donut... all good.

[intakexhaust]

I once did a burn-out late night exiting a gas station in an M3. Cop spots me and starts with the usual grilling... but he looks at the driver side 1/4 window on which I had an official decal... state of **** legislative investigator and so he simply said take it easy and left! WOOWEE!

[imcarthur]

This took place long ago. I was probably 16 & the 4 guys I was with were about 5 years older. In a very rural area, dirt road, few houses – in the middle of nowhere with the closest police station 40 miles away. We went cooning chickens from a local farmer. Drunk in a van. We dropped off 2 guys to do the deed & we drove down the road to wait. Except we ran off the road. Teetering on a soft 10 foot embankment. At 2 am in the morning. The 2 would be thieves came back empty-handed & laughed at us. We drank more beer. Then one of the guys went to another farmhouse & called a friend’s father who had a tow truck. We finished the beer & started passing around a bottle of rye whiskey. Headlights appeared & it was an OPP (provincial) car with one cop. The whiskey bottle went down the hill – but didn’t break.

He pulled over & got out with his flashlight. He talked with us about our predicament. He looked in the van. Looked at us. We told him a tow truck was on the way. He walked down the hill & picked up the whiskey bottle & smashed it on a rock. “That’ll be enough of that, boys.” And he got in his car & drove off.

Ian

[intakexhaust]

Ian - Amazing to think what we got away with years ago... I can vouch for a few like yours and fall into that catagory. Now makes me look worse than the kids today - L.

OK a few more and thats all I'm sharing... Many young and dumb years ago and while on the bike.

Part I: I'm in some twisty suburbia late at night, nothing too abnormal but this particular area likes to post 30mph everywhere when its a wide open area and could easily be a comfortable 55 in a car.

So, I'm clearly doing 20 over the lim and to me is like walking speed but I soon spotted the flashers and thought to myself... no way... nitch down a gear and I was gone... but ahead and at two other points I see flashers closing in... Moto-rola time. With a little andrenaline and half correct thinking, I pulled over and shut it down... but rather ended up hiding behind some tree hedge near a driveway. The cheery's happily were singing and zinging past my hideout. I waited about 45 min (seemed like eternity) until I reversed my direction and took another route.

Part II: A few weeks later while on the same bike but near the same area, I was riding the posted limit but a cop pulled me over. He mentioned the situation of the earlier event and said he knew it was me and the bike but couldn't prove it. No matter, he wasn't interested in anything about law enforcement and just wanted to know more of the bike as he just ordered one and wanted it set-up! We chatted for awhile and sure seemed excited when I fired it back up and left the roadside!
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Bike shenanigans again:
A bud and I were heading to Road America for a race weekend and riding the rockets on the twisty route 67 northbound. Early morning and the entire route was gear banging redline fun. After taching out in TOP gear for a sustained time, I spotted flashers and a road block! I thought I was j-bound. I pulled up slowly and flipped the visor and this most cool, jolly, elderly sheriff mentioned the road block was because of a fire ahead. In the meantime, my bud rolls up and is three sheets white in the face but wisely didn't say a word. The jolly cop simply tells us of a detour we can BLAST down! It still boggles me today.