Almost got a big ticket thread
 

Has anyone on this thread been going a little to fast down the road and was passed by a policeman going the other way? Did you get away? Let's hear your story.

happens a lot..no problem. It's when they are behind you and see you passing/driving at an illegal rate..busted.
They don't like to have to do a u-turn to pull someone over.
They also don't like to impede traffic to make a stop.

Back when my Valentine was my best friend there were several close calls.
About 9 years ago I was rolling north on I-57 in southern Illinois on a beautiful clear Sunday morning. I was doing about 105 in my Mercedes E320 when I crested a hill and glimpsed a gaggle of what looked like police cars at the crest of the next hill. I passed them at the speed limit, but one pulled out and immediately followed me. If they got me on radar then the Valentine had let me down. He stopped me, told me a plane had clocked me at over 100 mph and gave me a ticket for 79 mph - 14 over the limit. It was a $60 fine. I was told later that aerial speed estimates don't hold up in court. They know you are speeding and give you a ticket for something that you aren't likely to fight.

Happens all the time.

Not since the bad old days of the 55 MPH speed limit. I can remember running 85 in those days and that was 30 over. I went past a cop and it took him a minute to turn around and get moving. I needed gas so I pulled off and started filling up. He rolled down the highway and I figured it was also a good time to go ahead and have a meal after filling up.

When I was 12 I was "busted" by the UF police department for supposedly doign 30mph down a big hill on campus - on my 10 speed Schwinn. Campus wide speed limit of 20. I laughed at the rooky cop who was asking me for my drivers license, etc. He called a supervisor, who also laughed at him and sent me on my way.

It was awhile back. Then I thought to myself "I'm a 106 miles from Chicago, I've got a a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and I'm wearing sunglasses". I just punched it and all was good.

no comment.

You must have some lazy cops where you live.

I have tested this theory, purely for academic purposes, many times.

My conclusion, based on a very healthy sample size, is more often than not they are gonna come gitcha.

No, but I did get busted about 25 years ago when I was a pimpled faced late teen doing 85 in a 55zone chasing a Smoky and the Bandit looking TransAM with my three and half cylinder Toyota Celica, pedal to the floor on the old Padadena Fwy (many claimed that's the first fwy in the US) at 1am. The two City of South Pasadena cops were on top of an overpass eating their mid-night doughnuts (?) and must have seen us go by. They chased us for 10 miles (none of us knew they were coming) and finally got us in LA. They were pissed and threaten to haul us off to jail because we made them exceed 100 mph (I don't think they can go that fast in those old Crown Vics. through those turns) to catch us. I was thinking to myself that they don't have to come after us. They complained because they make it seem like if its my fault?:D The freaking Trams AM got away as he was gone transitioned to another fwy, plus, he had lots more power under the hood. Eventually they let me go with a 75mph ticket. No way that would happen today.

BMW R1100S motorcycle....Crested a hill on the outskirts of a small town around 80 in a 45... It is one of those thrill hills that you can get airborne on... Landed on the back wheel and was wheelying down the other side, when i met a state trooper. He let me off with a warning because I had a clean record and my hair is turning gray. I was pulled over and had my helmet off before he even turned around.

Drop three gears and gtfo before they even have a chance to turn on the lights.

Hmmm the best one was from doing wheelies, and getting off with a verbal warning. Don't lie, and be blunt. Some officers appreciate the moxy...

I got a speed camera one couple of weeks ago for $30. It must have cost them more in admin than they got back in fines. I must have been so drunk I couldn't even remember having driven down that street.

yep..the stories continue...

Back when I used to commute to work on a bike.
05:50. Summer. BMW R1100S.
I was "taking advantage" of early morning traffic (or lack there of).
Cop going the other way on a divided road.
Upshot: I knew the back streets better than he did.

Mind you, if he'd found me I don't think it would have been pleasant, so maybe not such a smart decision in hindsight.

My V1 saved my butt on a radar trap outside of Santa Barbara.....they had tow trucks and a group of ricers had just passed me doing warp 9. They were yanked over. I passed with a QEII parade hand wave.

Years ago, I was selling my old '88 targa, and was taking a buddy/coworker for a spin at lunch before I sold the car. I pulled out onto a large 5 lane (2x2 with a middle turn lane) road that I think must be a 45mph. I ran it up through the first 3 gears and was about 95 when I notice that a Cop SUV was in the far lane going the other direction completely boxed in by the only other cars within 1/4 mile in either direction. I looked into my rearview and saw his lights and trying to get through the box to pull a U-turn. I started to lift, and then realized that he was boxed in, and I was going 100 mph just before a bend in the road. I put the hammer back down and held it. After the bend, there was a shopping center with a couple of restaurants, so I ducked into the parking lot and found a spot between 2 SUVs and parked. We sat there for a minute or two and then went to have lunch. A couple of coworkers had been in another car, and we got them there. While we were eating, we saw a few cops drive past the shopping center going both directions. The drive back to work after lunch was VERY sedate, and luckily we didn't see any cops. I didn't drive to lunch again until after I had sold the 911. I think I got pretty lucky. The coworker got an interesting run in the car and enjoyed the story of why. He had a late model Trans Am that was faster in a straight line and collected tickets like a pro so he wasn't bothered at all.

I got caught with the front wheel up on my Transalp in downtown Victoria when I was in university... I pulled up the front wheel just as a cop turned in front of me and coming towards me. He immediately turned on the 'cherries and blueberries'. I pulled up to him in traffic and b fore I could say anything, he said, "Look, I don't want to hear it. Don't let me ever catch you doing that again."

Less than a month ago I was turning onto the 23 Freeway in Moorpark in my 997TT. It's one of those loop around ramps. I look in my mirror and some 30-something Asian guy in a Smurf blue M5 is literally inches off my ass. OK, I'm game, so I punch it. We're about 3/4 mile down when when I lifted and he went around me. I look to my right and a CHP is coming down the next on ramp. I look down and I'm still doing 118 mph. The CHP looks over and glares at me, now slowed to about 80, and takes off after the Smurfmobile. I exited the next ramp before he even caught the guy. I garuantee that M5 was impounded. Lesson learned.

In 1961 I was returning home from dropping my girlfriend off at the S.F. airport to return to her college. Coming back over hwy. 152 toward the San Joaquin Valley at about 1 AM, I was rocking along in her mother's '59 Lincoln Continental at about 100 mph. There were no other cars on the road. Eventually in the distance I could see a lone set of tail lights and started tapering off on the speed as I got closer. Sure enough it was a CHP going about 55 mph, so I passed him at between 55 & 60. He instantly lit up the lights, pulled me over & asked how fast I was traveling. I said maybe had gotten up to 70. He said, "Son I patrol this stretch and I know you were running close to 100." So he ended up citing me for 70. It might have been worse if he knew about the open bottle of whisky I had under the seat.

The restaurant at the Copper Queen Hotel in Bisbee, Arizona used to make (maybe they still do) the best pancakes I ever had. As such, my girlfriend at the time, who lived in a small town about 25 miles from there, and I would frequent the restaurant on Sunday mornings to take advantage of the offings.

While at her house one Sunday morning about 9:10 am, we decided that the Copper Queen's pancakes were on this mornings menu. We both knew that breakfast ended there at straight up 10:00 am...Not a minute later, since we had tried in vain, previously, when 2 minutes late. So we knew we would have to rush to make it. She had to get all prim and proper and I had to get fuel for the 930.

We left her house at 9:37 am...23 minutes before the iron doors slammed shut and we would have to make it through the day without those glorious cakes. It took a few minutes to get through her little town until we made it to the open single lane empty highway to Bisbee. I turned the radar detector on and spun that turbo up until the Pcar was doing triple digit speed.

Starting to come over a small rise about 3 miles from Bisbee, my radar detector pegged it's strength lights and growled at me like my Doberman defending her food. I immediately hit the binders as hard as I could, pre-lockup, and slowed down like we were entering Turn 2 at Laguna Seca. Parked there on the other side of the rise was a Bisbee policeman with his radar gun pointed right at us, and I could tell that he just got his first catch of the day.

I drove past him just above the 55 mph speed limit like I was minding my own business but he slowly pulled around to follow at a pretty far distance, anyway. After a couple of miles or so he finally pulled closer and turned his lights on and we pulled over. I knew I was in shyte...I just didn't know how deep it was. Buford T. Justice just sat there in his patrol car for a good five minutes before finally slowly walking up to my window where he hesitated for another 30 seconds to a minute before he even said anything. I knew the longer he sat in that car and the longer he stood at my door without saying anything, that my waders would need to be more than just waist high.

I was looking up at that Sheriff who was wearing a white straw cowboy hat (this guy had to be 6'5" and 250 lbs. of muscle) and he finally says in a slow drawl, "Do you have any idea how fast you were going, boy?" (While I didn't say anything to him, I thought, "Boy?? Who the **** is a boy?? I'm ****** 47 years old and older than you!") I thought, "Wholly shyte"! "Of course I know how fast I was going, I'm in a freaking Pcar, here! The $64,000 question is, at what speed did you catch me??!!"

Before I replied, I hesitated for just a millisecond to replay the whole scenario in my mind in an attempt to make a determination of speed. With some conviction, I said, "I think I was going 67."

Well, at least Buford didn't laugh.

But he looked at me, and once again, hesitated for the longest time before speaking. He said, "Noooooo. You were goinnnggg (and I cringed and clenched my fists as the SOB, once again, hesitated for at least 10 seconds [I swear, he must have gone to acting school] Seventyyyy-Twwooo).

As he said Seventyyyyy-Twwooo, blood rushed back to my head and I was able to unclench my hands, Since I just knew I was going to jail! I was thinking to my self! "Holy shyte, I slowed down 53 mph before he tagged me!!!!"

After all that play drama, he kindly and politely informed me (without hesitation, even) that he would drop the speed on my ticket to 65 mph so I could take advantage of a $25 ticket the City of Bisbee had, termed: "Waste of a Finite Resource" (wasting gas due to speeding) and that said ticket was not even reported to any outside agency or insurance company.

I quietly drove away laughing to myself thinking, "Holy shyte, the damn 930 has some good brakes!!!!"

Needless to say, we didn't get our pancakes.

Actually, you can do Turn 1 at Laguna Flat. You don't even lift for that one.

I had no idea he was even coming. There were no headlights as far as I can see in my rear view mirror r else I would have stopped

You're right! I meant Turn 2...lol