speeding ticket close calls?

[twobone]

I was on the freeway today "hooning" along at 90mph and looked in my rear view mirror and there was a cop car 2 feet off my bumper.

I assumed he was about to pull me over so I hit the brakes and pulled over

I bet I gave him a heart attack because he locked up his brakes at 80+


I think he just wanted to give me a scare, because he just kept right on going

I figured I was fried.......

Tell me your close call

[masraum]

I was in Cali between San Jose and San Fran (dunno which road) and had a trooper come up behind me when I was tooling along at 80. I thought for sure I was toast, but he changed lanes and shot past me.

Since I've gotten the V1 I've gotten plenty of advance warning and so haven't had any/many close calls.

[lightfighter]

does this count?

i pulled a guy over doing 62 in a 50, but there wasn't alot of traffic, so i thought i'd maybe write him a warning, and he got really stupid, so he got a ticket. phew, that was a close call!

[johnco]

we would leave the bar after last call and drive to eat near home on the way. friends had 69 Camaro, 70 camaro and 70 something roadrunner, all hotrods.. . so.. they would race home. probably running 130-140 local cop pulls up and takes out his book. right then a woman backs into his car so he wrote her a ticket and let us go. next time same thing only his car blew the radiator as soon as he parks. no tickets again. he was spitting mad and swore he'd get us sooner or later.

[johnco]

several times I'd hear the sirens and see the blue lights behind me as I was tooling around town. I'd pull over and start sweating.. damn cop friends of mine would drive up to my window, flip me off yell a fuk you and drive off laughing. funny the first few times. if they only knew how much it put a scare in me had it been a real traffic stop and the car was searched. I believe they knew this and did it on purpose. we were drinking buddies most nights

[daepp]

Left a local eatery after no dinner, 1 pint of beer and 1 mixed drink over 2.5 hrs.

Driving home I look up ahead and it looks like road work. Get a little closer and I realize it's a DUI checkpoint. So I do the level headed thing and abruptly whip the wheel to the left and into a mobile home park. Up the driveway and I find not one, not two, not three, but four motorcycle cops at the top of the driveway. So I pull to the rear of the place like I live there (yeah right - bone stock 37 year old Porsche in this place???).

I sit at the rear, going over options. Can't stay forever, am afraid if I pull into a driveway someone will call the cops - and they're already there. So I sip my water and head back out. In the driveway they might as well have been in my car with me instead of on their bikes as I have the Targa top off and the windows down and the driveway is only so wide. I pull out, and two BMW bikes start. They turn on their lights......and then speed right past me.

Drove the rest of the way home with no other sightings - why they let me go I'll never know. Could hardly clutch and shift cuz my knees were like rubber. As a rule I do not drive drunk - but I just wasn't sure about the drinks on an empty stomach. Logic told me I was quite legal - but unfortunately panic took over!

[syncroid]

How about one where I got a ticket....but not for the actual speed I was going?
A friend of mine and I both had 1984 Honda Interceptor 1000 bikes at the same time. We were going over Highway 17 into Scottsvalley from Los Gatos. Most of the way we were doing about 80mph. (speed limit is 50) On the last stretch I opened it up and was doing close to 150. (the road was empty in front of me) I take the exit at the bottom of the hill and head up to to my folks house. I waited at the house for like 5 minutes and there was no sign of my buddy. I head back down the hill to see where he might be. Across the road is my buddy and one pissed off CHP. I did the right thing and went over there. He immediately grabbed the keys out of my ignition and ordered me off the bike. I complied of course. The whole time, my buddy is telling the officer that a warning would go along way with him. I was kind of laughing to myself at that. He told my buddy that he had him clocked at 80mph. He asked me how fast I was going and why I didn't see him behind us for the last eight miles? I told him that the last time I looked at the speedo it was about 150mph. I also told him that when I am going that fast, I don't care what is behind me only what is coming up in front of me. He liked my answer better then my friends "a warning would go a long way with me." For your friend here, he is getting a ticket for 85+ in a 50 zone. For you....since you told me the truth, you are getting a ticket for 55 in a 50 zone. I couldn't believe my ears! I gladly excepted the ticket.
That was 23 years ago. I don't drive like that anymore.

[Nostril Cheese]

110 on my old Honda 750

luckily, I knew the local roads better than him. I took that as a sign and sold the bike the next week

[Joeaksa]

Far too many to recount. Lets just say that the Valentine One paid for itself in the first week...

[Seahawk]

I was driving up to the Pentagon two years ago, following a Marine LtCol (now Col select) who was working a program for me. It was mid morning, so traffic was light.

I get in a 1/4 mile trail as he settles in at just 10 miles over the speed limit.

As we top a rise, the Maryland State Trooper folks light him off with radar and then signal for him to pull over. For those not familiar, in Maryland, the State folks will light you off and then WALK INTO your lane to signal you to pull over. There is, of course, a squad car manned should one decide to fail to heed. Best to find the curb.

They do not signal me to pull over, but, in a moment of stupidity, I decide, since we are going to the same meeting and need to keep formation integrity, to pull over in front of my buddy.

The Trooper started with my buddy, but then looks at me, kind of cocks his head like a dog watching TV and approaches my car.

"Didn't signal for you to pull over."

"Yes, Sir, but I'm driving up to DC with the car you pulled over."

"He was speeding."

"Yes, Sir."

"So you were speeding too?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Stay here."

Now, it could have been our uniforms, our honesty or the fact that we hung together, but they gave my buddy a warning. The Marine framed the warning citation and gave it to me when we had our "hail and farwell" when he left my office.

It sits on my desk today.

[84porsche]

Seahawk, great story. That's awesome.

[masraum]

I remembered another. Not quite as exciting as some of your stories, but scary for me.

I was going to lunch in my old '88 targa with a work buddy who'd not ridden in the car before and I was getting ready to sell the car so I wanted to show him some fun. I turned onto a 4 lane road with no other cars in my lanes, so I stabbed it and ran in up to 110. Right about that I time I see a bunch of cars in the opposite lanes complete with a city cop in an SUV. Fortunately the cop was boxed in. I wasn't sure what to do, at first I started to let off, but then thought that it might be better (in this case) to keep in it. I knew that he was boxed in and I was coming to a bend in the road with a place to pull in around the corner. I stayed in it and just before I rounded the corner saw the cop parting the pack and making the U-turn. I rounded the corner and swung into the parking lot. We went into one of the restaurants. While we were eating I saw a police car and a police motorcycle drive through the parking lot and another car or two drive by. I never drove to lunch again, and like I said, sold the car a couple of weeks later.

[unimog406]

Took the p-car out for a spin on local roads the other day. averaging about 60 in a 35, really nice twisty turny vt roads with no cars on them. after about an hour tooling about, i bring it home at the same approx. speeds until I start hearing a clicking sound. worried about my new wheel bearings, i slow to 5 below the limit, and listen intently. just then the first car i'd seen on the whole trip passes me in the direction. a red ford explorer. with lights behind the grille. that night talking with a few friends, turns out that was in fact a cop that pulled my buddy over the same day.
btw, the wheel clicking was a stone i picked up in a tread... that was a good day!

[BertBeagle]

Had a date with a young lady from a small eastern NC town (Snow Hill). This was a one or two cop town and I had to go right through the middle of town to get to her house which was about 3 miles on the opposite side. It’s winter, late 1969 or early 1970 (can’t remember) and I am in my 442 Olds. It was dusk and I went through the middle of town, at about 70, and on out to her house. The police car was parked in town but no one was in it. 20 min. later we come back through town at the same speed and this time the policeman gives chase – in his pick up truck fitted with a red light and siren blasting. After a couple of miles he calls off the chase and we speed own our way. At about 11 PM we come back through town, again about 70, and he gives chase again – in the same pick up. About 1 mile from her house she suggests that we stop so he won’t pull up in her yard with the lights going - but not to worry she can take care of it. So I pull over and wait. He pulls up behind and walks up to my window. The first thing out of his mouth is – verbatim – I will never forget it - “If my damn truck won’t catch you I got a 440 Magnum Dodge that will”. He was mad as hell but I knew right then that I was not going to get a ticket. He stooped down and looked in to see who the passenger was and said something like (don’t remember exactly) “Oh - hi Janet – you tell this boy to slow down coming through here”. A while later I came back through town for the 4th time that evening at a much faster speed. He didn’t give chase again. I never went back (nice girl but we lived to far apart).

At that time, 1969, changes had occurred and this guy was a rarity. I remember when NC State Troopers were a varied lot, physically, and they were, for the most part very friendly and talkative – after he pulled you over you could engage him in a conversation about anything and usually talk yourself out of a ticket. I have talked my way out many tickets back then. But just to be safe I kept a NC and a Maryland driver’s license (Maryland would give a license to anyone for the asking). It all changed in 1966 / 67 and it seemed like overnight State Troopers were trim, fit, all similar heights and weights, college educated with no “understanding or sympathy”. Courts got tougher also. Times changed.

[svandamme]

2 months ago on an early saturday morning, near empty , straight highway, i over took a cop car on the highway at around 250km/h on the clock...noticed to late it was 5.0, as i zoomed by i figured i might as well keep it floored... did notice city cop signs, so figured he had no authoritaaay...

they did follow me around town the whole weekend , i guess a 944 at high speed, with dutch plates, is easely rememberd and then easy to pick out of all the Belgian plated cars around town... couldn't bust me, but they definately made it clear then knew what i had done

[charleskieffner]

Originally posted by lightfighter
does this count?

i pulled a guy over doing 62 in a 50, but there wasn't alot of traffic, so i thought i'd maybe write him a warning, and he got really stupid, so he got a ticket. phew, that was a close call!

LOL over this one. too damn funny.

best one was i was leaving for hawaii one nice hot humid miserable august sat. for hawaii.

we were running very late, like really late for a comedy of reasons. had like a 6:10am flight.

got caught up in early morning traffic on tatum blvd going thru paradise valley. traffic cleared and i nailed it hard. was doing about 85 in a 45. next thing i know, officer has cherries on. pull over and as per law state " i have a CCW lic. and a CCW weapon in vehicle." produce drivers lic./reg/proof insurance etc. officer asks " why in such a hurry?" i explained we were really really late for the only flight to hawaii this week(no joke back then) and i will be cooked if i miss it. he stated " get outta here and slam some mai-tai's for him when we get there!"

thought that was really really cool. we literally were the last ones to board the flight!

that was before i owned this porsche and taken it to the track.

now i drive like a GRANDMA! well for the most part anyway excluding new vettes that like to be eaten by a 20 yr old p-car in the twisties!

[Mr_Wizard]

Repost of mine from last year

The first Saturday of every month at 9 is our breakfasts get together in Wilmington NC. Woke up a little late and was in a hurry to get down there so I was going a little fast. While driving through Holly Ridge NC, I had slowed down because of traffic and saw a cop sitting on the opposite side of the road blocking a lane of traffic with his lights on. As I was approaching the car, he got out and watched me pass him by. Thankfully I was going the speed limit at this time. Mind you I had not been paying attention to how fast I was going earlier. About a half mile down the road he flies up on my ass (was still going the speed limit) lights flashing. I pull over and get my license and registration ready. Hand the officer my paperwork and he asks me if I had seen the white SUV with the blue lights flashing about 10 miles back. "No officer I did not." That was a DNR officer and he has been trying to keep up with you for the past 10 miles. They have no jurisdiction to pull you over so he called the PD. He was pacing you at from 80-105 MPH for 10 miles. A bout this time 3-4 mins have passed and I see the SUV he was talking about pull behind his car. I had my gf in the car with me and he gives me a lecture about driving like a dumb ass and that I could have killed her. The officer then tells me to pull my head out of my ass, and hands me my license and registration back. That was a pucker factor of about 10. The only reason I think I did not get hauled off to jail or get a ticket is that the officer did not see me speeding and it would have been the DNR officers’ word against mine if he had taken me to jail/ticket.

[notfarnow]

One of my favorite party stories:

About 6-7 years ago I was at my girlfriend's house. We hadn't been dating long.

We were watching TV, when all of a sudden I DESPERATELY had to take a dump. I knew when it comes on that fast & powerfully, it is going to be dramatic. Because we hadn't been dating long, there was NO WAY I could unload there.

I stood up, and said "I better go home, I'm tired and I have to work tomorrow." She was surprised, and asked if everything was OK. My insides were gurgling. Panic was setting in, my hands were getting sweaty. I insisted I had to go, and was a bit kurt.

I got in the car, and sped to the highway. It's a short hop to my house on the highway; I figured I could make it. Then, I felt what could only be described as a contraction. I undid the top button of my pants and put the pedal down. Doing ~85 mph. My back was sweaty.

At this point, I was considering the possibility that I wasn't going to make it home. What would I do? Go on the side of the highway? What would I wipe my a$$ with?

Then I see the blue & red lights. I couldn't believe it.

I pull over. I sit waiting, my bowels pulsing and my toes writhing. The cop walks up, and I recognize him as someone I met through a friend of a friend

He asks:
"Mr Palmer, What seems to be the rush this evening?"

"To be honest officer, I am going to $hit my pants"

"Pardon me?"

I show him that my top button is undone, and repeat:
"I swear to god - I am not trying to be funny - I am going to $hit my pants any minute now. I am trying to make it home, but I don't think I am going to make it."

He laughs, and asks if I'm serious. I say I am.

He says, "OK, you still live at the same place?" (He had dropped by with my friend once) I said yes.

He pulls in front of me with the lights on. Does 75-80 the whole way. When he came to my road, he shut off the lights and tapped his brake light. I think he waved but can't really remember

Without giving all the gory details, I made it JUST IN TIME

Anyone else ever get a police escort to the $hitter?

[johnco]

not that kind of escort but my friend used to get DWI escorts. since he repaired police units and sometimes their personal cars around here on his offtime, local force all knew him.. they would notice his car at a local bar, come back at closing time because they knew he would not leave till then, and escort him home. they even escorted him home once as he drove along the shoulder on his lawnmower with 2 cases of beer sitting on the front after asking him not to drive on the highway and hold up traffic. crazy s.o.b.. I built him a self propelled toilet for Mardi Gras one year. he wore a robe and a Mardi Gras hat. sometimes his underwear. only after mooning the crowd in front of the police station, the chief politely asked him to keep his underwear on from then on. He got a little sterner warning after we were pulled over during Mardi Gras parade traveling thru an upper-middle class subdivision as he danced on the roof of the truck wearing only a g-string. kinda crazy, but good guy to have with you when you're pulled over since he knew all the police from every nearby town.

[TerryH]

It was 1975, I was 19 and driving my '64 Ford Galaxie out to pick up a friend that was coming to the greyhound bus depot. I approached a very long intersection when the signal turned yellow. I sped up a little and easily cleared the intersection on the yellow. Immediately, a cop pulls me over and asks me get out of the car as another patrol car arrives. They are all over my car searching for... I guessing contriband, without cause and then the officer says he pulled me over for running the red light that, in reality, was never red for me.

I told the officer I cleared the intersection on yellow and that I sped up a little to do so. He wrote me a ticket anyway that I signed and tossed onto the dash as the other officer came away disappointed that he didn't find whatever he was looking for.

When I picked up my friend, I jokingly told him he owes me for half a ticket and that I didn't run that light, but who's going to believe me over the guys with the badges. I probably should mention that I was one of the long-haired freaky people that supposedly always carries dope. Then to my astonishment, my friend says "This ticket is for speeding, 46 in a 40!"

I couldn't believe it! I was pissed before, but now I was ballistic. He told me one thing and wrote another. On the way back, not 1/4 mile from where I was stopped, there is a Winchels donut shop and sure enough there were 3 patrol cars outside. I asked my buddy if he was clean and he said he was good, so I pulled into the parking lot and was glad to see the two buddies I had met earlier were inside.

I waved the ticket in their faces and demanded to know what the hell they were thinking? I was told I ran a red light, but now have a ticket for speeding? Their reply was, "get lost or we'll write you one for the red light too!" All I could do was swear and promise to see them in court and as a parting shot yelled, "Now I know why they call you pigs!" Then I just turned and left. My friend said to me later that people have gotten shot for less. LOL

Please understand, that I have always respected peace officers, but felt these idiots went out of their way to make trouble for me.

In the mail, two weeks later, I received a letter from the Buena Park Police Department. I figure it's the specifics of the fine and my options, but instead there was just one sentence. It read, "In the interest of justice, please disregard the ticket you received on (date).

Never thought I would see a letter like that in a million years.