[arerrac]

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10+ years ago returning from a friends house in San Jose via HWY 280, north bound. Weekend day so there was zero to light traffic.

It's around 3 pm or so and I'm hauling a$$. Triple digits for minuets on end. Totally concentrating on my driving and at one point I look in the rear view mirror. See the flashing blue and red of a CHP on a bike. I begin to slow as he comes right up to my bumper. He is pissed! Have all my paperwork in order.

He said that he radioed ahead because he thought he wouldn't catch me. He clocked me on radar at 112 mph. He said that he thought he was busting some kid in his dad's Porsche. But that it was mine, my record was clear and he couldn't justify impounding it for reckless driving. So he gave me a ticket. mandatory court appearance.

So I show up to court. Dressed to the nines since I know what's expected. Right out the gate the Judge states that any fine will be halved, that if you need an interpreter, to speak up NOW and that he wants to move things smoothly. First case called is a gang banger dresses as such. Judge tells him to come back when he's properly dressed for court. Second case need and interpreter but didn't ask for one. Judge admonishes the attorney and goes onto the next one. Mine. He reads off the offence, I agree and the fine of $200 is given. I had paid $100 prior so I only owed $100 that I paid then and there. I then asked if I could attend traffic school. The judge lowered his glasses to his nose, looked over them at me and said firmly, NO!!! I said thank you and was out of there. So I was in for a point on my record. Well being in the insurance industry, I can check my DMV record. The point never hit. Don't know what happened, but I always told myself that after the first two yahoos in front of me, I looked really good as I was dressed for court, had all my ducks in a row and helped the judge move thing on.

5 years ago on the way to Lake Berryessa my buddy and I are tearing up the road (HWY 121) as its a drivers road favored by motorcycles. Needless to say, we were moving. Passed a bike cop and didn't even see him. So we get pulled over. Back seat is full of beer and liquor for the weekend party. We are stone cold sober! Again, clean record, all paperwork in order and I admitted that I was really moving. He says that a speeding ticked in Napa is a court appearance and would be a real pain for me living in San Carlos (hour 1/2 away). So we are cool and he's cool. He said he radioed in a stop, so he just cant let me go. So he says he's going to write me up for no proof of insurance which is a fix it ticket that can be handled by fax. I'm stoked. He then says that there are more of him on the road and to keep it slow all the way to our house. We are off. About 10 minuets later I round a blind bend and there is a cruiser and two cycle cops all with their radar pointed up the road at me. Speed limit in that area was 55 and I was at like 43. They all looked down at their guns then back up at me and laughed as we went by. We assumed that the cop that let us off for speeding radioed ahead alerting the other officers that we were headed their way and that if we one tick over the speed limit to throw the book at us.