A true cop story

[Don Ro]

A cop story with a slight twist.
A riding buddy of mine in CA was a Superior Court judge and he had a story or two to tell.
This one was told to him...I don't know if it came from one of the participants or not...but here is my memory of it.
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The CHP got involved with a "very high speed" chase Southbound on Hwy 101 on the San Francisco peninsula one hot summer early AM...virtually no traffic.
I recall that this had to do with a very serious offense...homicide, etc., I don't recall the details of that.
One CHP unit, running at "very high speed", managed to nudge the other car close to or onto the shoulder...no result.
The unit then snuggled right up next to the car, close enough to where a side mirror or two were broken...the driver's window was down.
The passenger CHP reached his torso out through his window and flicked the outer ear of the driver in the other car with his revolver's muzzle...
and the driver, looking straight ahead, flipped them the bird.
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At some point the driver attempted a "very high speed" off ramp and rolled his car.
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That's all I remember of this particular story.

[LakeCleElum]

My buddy went to help a friend run his car at the Bonneville Salt Flats and decides to drive straight thru the 800 miles from Seattle after work one afternoon.....It's near midnight when he crosses from Idaho into Jackpot, NV at triple digit speeds right thru town.

The deputy in the parking lot doesn't even go after him but radios ahead to Wells, NV where they are waiting for him. Gets stopped for over a 100 in a 50 zone. My buddy sez he was kinda hoping for a warning. Deputy sez: You got your warning back in Jackpot.

[Tobra]

Originally Posted by Seahawk

Two sketchy looking dudes, getting out of the rain changed my life.

And it went down on Thunder Road

One time when I was 16 I was driving my father's car, '72 XKE roadster. Got pulled over, freaking out a bit, because I did not know what I had done wrong. Turned out he just wanted a better look at the car.

Sorry, best I can do.

[GH85Carrera]

Back in the stone ages when I was in High School my buddy had some monster engine in a GTO. The car belonged to my buddies big brother who was away in Viet Nam. Big brother told him to not get the engine above 2,500 RPM and my buddy flat would no get it above 2,000 RPM. This was the era of 20 cents per gallon gas at the full service pump. He worshiped his big brother and was never going to hurt his brother's car.

Anyway one day we are just creeping along like he always did and a cop pulled us over. Just two teenagers driving a hot car had to be up to trouble. The cop was inspecting all the paperwork and driver's license and tag and just looking for something to write a ticket on. My buddy was sweating bullets because he knew his dad would kill him if he got a ticket. The cop got a call for "all units respond" and he threw the paperwork and my buddy and said this is your lucky day.

After that we drove around in my very not cool, 1960 VW bug. It was too slow to get a ticket. Cops ignored me.

[Amail]

Sitting around the table with some friends one night, the phone rings. It’s the sheriff’s station, they have my 16 year old stepson down at the station and would like me to come down. He and a friend of his were in an old car his friend had just bought that day, and got pulled over for something dumb and hauled in on possession of weed.

Once I got there, I was ushered into a small cubicle farm with Jeremy sitting in a chair looking very uncooperative and self-righteous. I asked him what happened, he said they got pulled over for no reason, and they didn’t have any weed. Uh huh.

I asked “Isn’t it possible that Chris bought the car not knowing there was a baggy of weed under the seat”?
He said “No, they can’t prove anything”.

I asked again, “Isn’t it just possible, cause this kind of thing could happen, that the weed was there without you guys knowing about it”?
He started to repeat his mantra when I suddenly saw understanding dawn across his face. “Yeah, I bet that’s how it got there”!

There was a sheriff standing nearby watching this exchange and you could see relief spread across his face too. I asked the sheriff if I could take him home and chalk this up to a misunderstanding, and he said sure thing, you guys can go.

Jeremy from that point on kept his nose clean; he and I had crossed into a new level of our relationship, and I gained a new level of respect for our local sheriffs as well.

[Don Ro]

"The cop got a call for "all units respond" and he threw the paperwork and my buddy and said this is your lucky day."
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Similar here.
Had a neighborhood watch program and a local city cop came to our first meeting to help us set up our radios and give us the strategy lowdown.
He looked at me with a clean shave, close haircut and suggested that I not go out in any of the patrolling cars cuz I looked like a narc.
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A year later I was stopped a few blocks from my house for a run through a stop sign at night.
Checking my paperwork the same cop recognized me, asked how the neighborhood was doing and then he handed me everything and said, "Gotta go, just got a call."
No he didn't because it was quiet there and I heard nothing on his radio or on his pack in his shirt pocket.
He let me go...and we both knew it.
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Fun stories, gents.

[stomachmonkey]

Originally Posted by Amail

Sitting around the table with some friends one night, the phone rings. It’s the sheriff’s station, they have my 16 year old stepson down at the station and would like me to come down. He and a friend of his were in an old car his friend had just bought that day, and got pulled over for something dumb and hauled in on possession of weed.

Once I got there, I was ushered into a small cubicle farm with Jeremy sitting in a chair looking very uncooperative and self-righteous. I asked him what happened, he said they got pulled over for no reason, and they didn’t have any weed. Uh huh.

I asked “Isn’t it possible that Chris bought the car not knowing there was a baggy of weed under the seat”?
He said “No, they can’t prove anything”.

I asked again, “Isn’t it just possible, cause this kind of thing could happen, that the weed was there without you guys knowing about it”?
He started to repeat his mantra when I suddenly saw understanding dawn across his face. “Yeah, I bet that’s how it got there”!

There was a sheriff standing nearby watching this exchange and you could see relief spread across his face too. I asked the sheriff if I could take him home and chalk this up to a misunderstanding, and he said sure thing, you guys can go.

Jeremy from that point on kept his nose clean; he and I had crossed into a new level of our relationship, and I gained a new level of respect for our local sheriffs as well.

It happens.

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[alwaysflat6s]

Gents, I enjoyed.. or at least very much appreciated your stories.

I could write a book.. but here is one from 1972:

I had recently moved to San Francisco and was driving back from the Can Am races at Laguna Seca in my daily driver, a 1954 Porsche Speedster- with a freshly built "hand gernade" engine. It hadn't run right since I built it but I was mostly focused on making it OK on the street. I was married and this out of control engine build had changed the car from something she enjoyed driving into an unruly beast.. that wasn't even making much power!

We stopped and visited friends after the race [we lived in Monterey prior to SF]. It was a good excuse to visit and we expected a much nicer drive after the race traffic thinned out. We took Highway 1 all the way, but there was still a lot of traffic. About 10 minutes North of Santa Cruz the exhaust suddenly got very loud. I pulled over to inspect it and realized that the weld was coming completely apart between the headers and the muffler! I grabbed an old Army blanket I kept handy to protect my hand and wrenched it completely off so it wouldn't fall off. Now it was realllly loud. As soon as I accelerated I realized why this engine hadn't been making the power I had expected. It had what was then called a "California legal muffler" and had been strangled all along. So.. the car was suddenly transformed and just amazed me. With all the traffic and virtually no patrolling at night I was passing cars in groups! I had felt stupid for putting so much money and time into the engine build but now it was pure joy.

At some point the traffic faded away and it was just the occassional overtaking. I then realized I was coming up fast on a new 911 [911s didn't expect old 356s to fly past them]. I just stayed into the throttle and was gone.. almost. I then realzied the 911 driver either wanted to play or had a point to prove. Soon he was up close.. and then past me [with my low slung lights I didn't dare drive much over 100]. I immediatly cut my high beams and driving lights and decided to just pace him at a discrete distance and let him do all the work of trying to see into the darkness. It seemed obvious as the speed built up that he didn't expect me to remain there. He gave it one good goose... I stayed with him.. and finally settled in at a steady 110. We ran tandum until we reached Half Moon Bay. There the highway changed into 4 lanes with a new traffic signal.. on the Red.. So...

I pulled up next to him on the left [but couldn't see him that well out of the tiny slots for side vision with the top up]. We sat there quietly and finally it went Green... I SHOT off - wanting to demonstrate just how FAST and old Speedster could be! I was WOT in 4th gear and it was fantastic feeling this thing being the animal I had hoped for... [can you say "140"?]... When I realized that the highway behind me was suddenly full of flashing lights! I threw it in neutral and braked to a stop on the shoulder.. waiting for them to catch up. Soon all I could see was a bright white glare as they all had their spotlights on me. I got my papers ready.. glanced at my wife [I swear there was steam coming out of her ears. She said not a word.] It seemed forever that I waited for this impending disaster. I couldn't understand why they hadn't come up to the car by now and I couldn't see a thing for all the lights.

Suddenly I detected movement near my drivers door. [Please understand.. an old Speedster has no windows. Just side curtains that you remove after the top is down or the door wide open- so you are peering through a narrow slit on the side of the car. I opened my door- and the lower edge of the top was an inch or two below my eyes, so you don't just look out. I then went through the little dance you have to do in one of these things... slipping slightly down in the seat, bending my head sideways as I stoop down and then out in order to see much of anything. So I do this.. and... and.. I realize that in the darkness out there stands the 911 driver! No PD- just him!! He is looking at me..and smiling [WHY is he smiling at me???] and then I notice something shiny he is holding in his hand. For all the darkness and harsh glare of those lights I'm having trouble adjusting my eyes figuring out what he is holding.. no.. wait. He is holding a bright shiny POLICE BADGE! I'm sure my eyes bugged way out at that point. He then said "I told them I egged you on for miles and it was all my fault. Now put it in gear and get out of here as quietly as you can- right now.]

For weeks afterwards I would suddenly break into an uncontrollable smile.

This has always been my favorite memory. I'm smiling writing this.

[pwd72s]

^^^Time to retire the thread. Nobody will be able to top that one!