Back in 1976 while driving the first 930 Turbo back to Calif. from Ann Arbor Michigan see:
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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.