| Author | Message | ||
     Iman501 |
thought this would be a fun thread idea today after i was on my way home from menards, and noticed somebody was pulled over by a cop. natrually i looked at the scene, well it turned out a cop pulled out a jimmy johns delivery guy hahaha i wonder if they guy said "freaky" when the cop asked if he knew how fast he was going! hahahah | ||
| Danger_dave |
On being in the media: I've been pulled over by Bike Cops three times. They always just walked up and started talking to me. After a while I have asked - 'do you want to see my licence?' They just say 'No - I know who you are.' And I have ended up interviewing them on the side of the road. 'Now tell me what you think should be done about...?' Sometimes it's been 45 minutes of chat and I cop an official warning and on my way. | ||
| Cityxslicker |
When I was working for the dealership, I would get pulled over once a month... EVERY MONTH something.... I could write a book. Only two tickets, but 80 traffic stops in 6 years.... yeah, they all know my name. Riding home from running dirty off road, in places where I shouldnt have been, I dropped the bike, and lost one of my marker lights. Sheered it right the happy hell off the bike. I got pulled over by the town cops, warned about the light... ten minutes later at the town limits, I get pulled over by the County Sheriff...same thing, you know you got a light out....cleared up and headed down the road (YES I GOING to FIX IT when I get HOME!) I roll back home off the main freeway.... I get popped by the State Patrol... yep, g-d@mn turn signal.... let off with a warning, roll into my city limits... woop woop, my local LEO... yep, another warning, AND an escort home. As a crow flies it was 20 miles.... took me three hours to get home from the trail.  I would like to thank the FOUR jurisdictions for ensuring that the roads are indeed safe and my personal well being is such a high priority on their schedule of things to do... | ||
| Irideabuell |
 That must be an incredibly slow area City. | ||
| Jaimec |
My brother is on the job, and I ALWAYS carry his PBA card right next to my license in my wallet. Many years ago my friend and I were meandering through some New Hampshire backroads when we got pulled over by a local LEO. We were doing what I felt was a leisurely and comfortable 40mph, but the POSTED speed limit was 20mph... HALF of what we were doing. The cop was an older fellow and since I was the lead rider he came over to me first and gave me the "Bad News." He asked for my license and registration, so naturally when I opened my wallet the first thing he saw was the PBA card. He asked me if I was a cop and I replied that no, my brother was. We started talking and then he said "Okay, I'm going to let you and your friend off with a warning THIS TIME, but don't say anything yet because I still want to have a little talk with your buddy." With that, he walked over to my friend and started telling him that the penalty for doing 20mph over the posted speed limit in his town was a night in jail and having the motorcycle impounded. All of the color left my friend's face as the officer went on and on... Then the officer broke into a broad smile and said: "But I'm going to let you off with just a warning this time. Please be careful and keep your speed down!" Yep... we did a PAINFULLY SLOW 20mph until we left his jurisdiction... but it sure could've been a LOT worse! | ||
| Gunut75 |
Now that I think about it, I have never been pulled over on any bike I have ever owned. I always got nailed in the car though. My slowest ticket ever is 18 over. I haven't had a ticket in over three years. Almost four........knock on wood.  | ||
| Daves |
74 going up an on ramp, on the back wheel of a S3T back in about 01. Walked away with a stern warning to keep it to the speed limit and "keep that front wheel on the ground"  | ||
| Poppinsexz |
67 in a 45. I was sitting up enjoying a cruise had no clue I was doing anywhere near that. Wife was following on her Ninja as I went past the cop she saw him and slowed. Cop wrote me a warning because "I could have easily outrun him but I didn't" Wife called me a sob because she "would have gotten a ticket". Rest of the day was spent low and slow. | ||
| Spiderman |
I think it was 99 and I was still working at Hooters. I had a hopped up Cougar and was flying home one night. Doing about 70 in a 65. A trooper pulls me over and says, "Your exhaust is pretty loud there." I told him I had a hole in my muffler and was fixing it this week. I really had full length headers and glass packs. He looks at my ID, at me at my ID. He shines the light in and goes, "Hey! Don't you work at Hooters?" I say, "Yes, yes I do." and crack half a smile. He laughs and says, "I go there all the time I thought you looked familiar! Be right back." Now I am thinkin crap. So before he turns around I say, "Am I getting a ticket?" He turns and says, "Hell no, you cook my wings!"  | ||
| Metalrabbit |
In 1980, small coastal town at nite riding my 1978 Yam XS11. A friend in his vette wanted a go from a street light. Apparently a cop was further back behind towards uptown and he stopped me well after our run. He was going to ticket me for street racing. I asked him if I could see my speed on the radar (was a privilege then), and he said, "I didn't get you on radar". Of course I asked him, "how did you know I was street racing?",, he replied," I watched your headlights track up and down the telephone poles four times Thats how!" | ||
| 99savage |
Leaving 4 way stop took off way too fast & not always on 2 wheels - Sure I got well over 70 in a 35 MPH zone. Got pulled over by an officer younger than my son. - He asked if I knew why I was being pulled over & I answered truthfully but omitting the specifics. After about 30 minutes of checking my paperwork he says "At your age you should know better" & lets me slink back to my ride, shriveled down to a nub. The kid knew his psychology - ever since have been really careful when riding thru towns | ||
| Strokizator |
On my way to work and just as I approach the r/r tracks, the crossing arms go down. I come to a stop, look both ways and I can see a train poking along about a 1/2 mile away so I just went around. A cop was waiting for me on the other side and pulled me over. Crap! I'm getting a ticket for sure. When I take my helmet off and the cop sees my grey hair his attitude changes and he gives me a kindly lecture on the dangers of crossing tracks. Hey, when I was a kid you guys gave me tickets for going too fast, going too slow, following too close (on a cruise night)and now that I'm an ancient f**k you let me off with a warning and a "Have a nice day, sir"?!? I was pissed and dang near demanded I be given a ticket. I demand to be treated like a punk kid and not some elder statesman. I don't want to have a nice day. | ||
| Kyrocket |
My last time was in '95 doing 94 in a 65. He had me dead to rights but through conversation found out I was taking criminal justice classes at the law enforcement college and knocked it down to 80 for me. Ended up taking traffic school, no fine, no points. My driving habits have changed drastically since then. | ||
| Reepicheep |
True story... I was in high school, coming back from a halloween party after dropping off my date Julie. A cop pulls me over, and says "we have a report of people smashing pumpkins". I tell him "the only pumpkin with me tonight was my date, Julie, and I just dropped her off at her house.". The cop gave me a funny look, and disappeared back to his cruiser. Not 2 minutes later, Julie comes bouncing out of her Dads car, still in her big pumpkin outfit. They saw the cop go tearing after me when I left, and wanted to make sure I didn't need help. When the cop looked back and saw her, it was a priceless moment. I hope he had as good a laugh about it as we did... | ||
| Scott_in_nh |
So this was in the early 80's; 68 Charger, healthy 383 magnum, 4-speed, Connecticut plates, Ponce Inlet Florida (south of Daytona Beach) mid afternoon, we pull out of a convenience store and A1A is empty so I get on it a little through 1st, 2nd and 3rd to “clear it out” when I see a pedestrian crossing the road. “No big deal” I think, “plenty of time for him to cross”, when he stops in the middle of the road and sticks his hand out to stop! Did I mention 4 wheel DRUM brakes? Oooon-gaaaaa downshift to second “hard” on the brakes, Oooon-gaaaaa downshift to 1st but running out of room fast!! The officer still has one hand out and now puts his other hand on my hood and does a couple of backward jumps to keep from getting run over, I needed another 3 ft to stop that I just didn’t have. My roommate looks at me trying not to laugh and points out the obvious “you’re f*cked”. I tell him “Do not to say a god d*mn thing!”. So the cop comes around the car and barks for me to pull over and park it. He then comes up and asks for the usual. After running my info he comes back and has calmed down, he understands I’m a local student, etc. He asks me what the hell I was doing so I told him I was just having some fun, no denying that I went up through the gears, but that he scared the hell out of me stopping in the middle of the road because I knew it was going to be tough to stop with drum brakes and what he was doing was pretty dangerous for him! He thought about it for a second, chuckled and agreed! No ticket! Same car one year later, 1 or 2:00 AM, Daytona Beach Shores Florida 7-11, we’re pulling out after trying to purchase beer (that we didn’t really need) to bring to a party where a British girl I’d been working on all night was going to be. Turned out we didn’t have enough money so we were going to my apartment because I had a couple of bucks there and then return to the 7-11 and on to the party, when my passenger who hasn’t been in the car before asks “So is this car quick or what? So I punch it and smoke the tires in 1st, going sideways across my two lanes of A1A. I hit 2nd and back off, my passenger is duly impressed and I drive normally to my apartment 1/2 mile and one town line away. As we pull into my apartment parking lot, 4 cop cars from 2 towns come streaming in behind us, they thought I robbed the 7-11! After explaining to them the truth, they calm down, but now 2 towns are involved and they decide to give me a field sobriety test. They make me touch my nose, stand on one leg and pick up the coins they call out, walk one foot in front of the other, etc. Finally the cop gives up and says “You are the most coordinated person I have ever pulled over, but I doubt you can pass a breathalyzer”. Of course, he was probably right, but then he adds “but I’m not going to arrest you for drunken driving”. I’m thinking “yes”, he can see the relief on my face but adds “I am going to arrest you for reckless driving”. I tell him “I can see illegal start, but don’t understand why I was being charged with reckless” and he tells me it is because I crossed the centerline, which I know I didn’t. He puts me in the cruiser, he is so huge he doesn’t even bother cuffing me, and we go back to the seen of the crime where you can see two 10” wide black marks using every inch of the two southbound lanes but do not touch the yellow stripe. So I’m thinking he is going to take me home and write a ticket. Wrong he takes me in and charges me as planned…. As he walks me into the PD, I hear a cop shout and then several cops laughing. A drunk they had brought in was asked to breath into the breathalyzer, but instead he whipped it out and stated p*ssing on the machine LOL! They put me in a cell with a payphone and a $200 bail. The only one who might have the cash is the owner of the bar I frequent (anybody remember Mac’s Famous Bar? I used to live in that bar. Many great stories…). So I call and sure enough him and his girlfriend come bail me out. A month later I go to court and the hard a$$ Judge sees that I am going to Embry-Riddle whose students keep him a very busy man, so he asks me “Mr. Pratt, we have a lot of trouble with students of your school, how long have you attended Embry-Riddle?” I tell him I am a junior, so he asks “A junior? So how many times have you been in this court before? Don’t lie, I can easily find out.” Luckily I had never made it that far before, but not because I didn’t try, so I answered “never”, he goes “Never?” I say “Never” and got off with a $150 fine, no record, and defensive driving school…… Man I miss that car  | ||
| Hmartin |
One that I'm still puzzled about happened 20 years ago while driving home late from work, 65 in a 45; Ka band lights up on the radar detector and I nail the brakes. Never saw him. A mile later he's behind me and pulls me over. In the mean time, I had stuffed the radar detector under the seat. Officer walks up and asks me where the radar detector went. I reply that I put it away. He asks why, and I think for a minute, shrug my shoulders and say "respect?" He lectures me for a minute or two about how cops HATE radar detectors, I say "Yes, Sir" about a dozen times, then he suddenly turns towards his car and, without looking back, says "Have a good night." As I pulled away, I worried that perhaps he didn't realize what he'd done and come back after me for evasion. I think I drove that next mile looking in my rear view mirror the whole time. That radar detector only stopped working a few months ago, just a few weeks before someone broke into my car and stole it. I wonder what they got for it? | ||
| Pammy |
I got reprimanded for doing double the posted speed limit on the Skyway Bridge here in sunny Florida. The police officer didn't want to give me a ticket. He wanted to beat me up and take me to jail. Maybe even bury me under the jail. He screamed at me for over 20 minutes (if you can imagine the fervor of a baptist preacher) and then sped off in his cruiser, leaving me on the side of the road. I drove home very slowly, as he was waiting for me as soon as I exited the bridge on the Pinellas side. When he made the stop, I was on the Manatee side, out of his jurisdiction and out of his patrol area. My good friend, Mike, captain of detectives in the same office, came by and took my picture, along with my bright yellow Buell and hung it out side of roll call. Thanks Mike. I have been over that bridge hundreds of times since, but never again on the Buell. | ||
| Dwardo |
I made an illegal u-turn once in Virginia on the Norton. I honestly didn't see the sign, so I was surprise to find Officer Friendly doing a burnout to come after me. I mean, I could hear the taxpayers' tires burning through my helmet and over the exhaust. He asked me, "Do you know why I pulled you over"? I said, "No, but I bet you're gonna tell me". That really pissed him off and it went down hill from there. He seemed kind of excitable over just a u-turn on a deserted road. | ||
| Livers |
Probably 1975-6, on what passed for a chopper in those days. This is a bad traffic area on a divided highway, so I'm running in the left lane a bit faster than traffic to keep the hazards in front of me and away from a notorious on ramp. I catch a bit of free space and proceed to open up that free space. Never saw the LEO enter the highway but there he is, wobbling about in what passes for a rear view mirror. I pull over, dismount, and start fetching the paperwork. The officer casually approaches and walks right by me, glancing at the bike. Around the front he goes, down the right side, the back, reverses course, repeats a couple of times with a squat or two thrown in. I ask if he'd like to see my paperwork. "Oh, yeah." he glances at it and says "Know how fast you were going?" I look down at the bike and shrug - I don't even have an oil pressure light on this thing - what's a speedo? "60?" I say tentatively. He laughs, "Try 75 in a 50. Where are you headed?" I explain my itinerary, he does one more sweep around the bike, hands me the paperwork, and says "Slow the ••••• down." and walks away. Who says chrome don't get you home. | ||
| Ll7 |
Back about 2004 I was headed to Pa. On 70 west near Zanesville Ohio, there the highway widens and starts going up and down several hills. I was on a 2002 HD soft tail and when I wend down a hill I would ring it out as fast as it would go, coming up the hill I would slow to the speed limit increase there was a Trooper over the hill. after doing that several times I came over the top of the last hill and there was a State trooper standing there pointing to me and waving me over. Turns out they were timing me from the sky in an air plane, but since it was an average time over the distance they only sited me for 89 mph instead of 120. I felt kind of lucky that day. They were very nice and talked to me for a while about my bike before giving me a ticket so it wasn't too bad. | ||
| Ll7 |
Back in the early 90's I had a Toyota Supra and was driving from Dayton to Columbus Ohio. Cant remember why but I was in a hurry and traffic was very light so I had the pedal to the metal going as fast as it would go, don't know how fast because the speedo was pegged and I was still climbing.I went under an over pass and noticed a police car setting up there with another car pulled over. I just kept it nailed and kept going. About 10 min later, way back in the distance, I see the red and blue lights flashing. I slam on the brakes and slow to the speed limit. A couple of minutes later he catches up and pulls me over. When he walks up he says "Can I see your pilot's license" He takes my license and registration and goes back to his cruiser for like 15-20 min. Finally he comes back and hands me a warning and tels me he didn't get me on radar and to slow down. He then followed me almost all the way home. | ||
| 46champ |
In the summer of 1976 my unit was sent TDY to Little Creek Va. I had a 72 Sportster with a set of Branch Heads on it and I got into a race at a stop light with a 550 Honda, smoked the Honda and promply got pulled over. The officer asked why I was going 103 in a 55. I told him "You don't think I'm going to let a Honda win." Because I was in the Corps he let me off with a warning. | ||
| Peter |
Me. 240km/h in an 80km/h zone. Bike unregistered. $50 fine. Friend. A couple of months later... 180km/h in same 80km/h zone. $1000 fine, lost license for a year, only reason there was no gaol time is because his brother (a copper) convinced the magistrate he would keep him out of trouble. Sometimes you can be lucky  | ||
| Jaimec |
I once worked with a retired cop who told me the three people a cop will NEVER ticket: 1) Another cop 2) Any one in the medical field (never know when they might wake up in their ambulance) 3) People who work in their favorite restaurant. | ||
| Bads1 |
1) Another cop 2) Any one in the medical field (never know when they might wake up in their ambulance) 3) People who work in their favorite restaurant. Believe the first one but not the second or third | ||
| Jaimec |
Actually, when I told this story to my brother, he agreed. Spiderman's tale (above) confirms the third, too. (Message edited by jaimec on March 03, 2010) | ||
| Nevrenuf |
back in 77, i was in norfolk getting ready to go over seas for a year on the lasalle and since i wasn't to far from home and no duty weekend i took off for pittsburgh in the 60 chrysler saratoga that i had. this thing hauled butt pretty good and going up the mountain toward the last set of tunnels heading west i was cooking. i come through the tunnel and guess what's on the other side. a trooper. trying to keep off the brakes i hit the pushbutton tranny down to second then into first slowing it up the best i could. well he got in behind me for a while then at the next exit he would get off then another one pulled in behind me. this happened one more time before i got off the pike. scared the crap outta me. | ||
| Cityxslicker |
well known speed trap in the area... 65 > 35 > 50 the thirty five zone is notorius for cites. I came down the hill and saw the two patrol SUV's and knew I was gonna get nailed.... so I took the dirty county road right before the speed zone post.... followed that to the end, and then back through parralel ruts to a boat launch, and then back out an auxilary fire road. I pull back on the road the other side of the trap and off, covered head to toe in MUD.... only to get nailed coming up the hill where it turns 50 by a THIRD cop. He pulled me over because he couldnt read my plates... while he was running it, the other patrol chirped in that they had me on radar but out of zone.... Thinking I am NAILED, speeding, evasion, trespassing, ... Off with a warning and the Stater says that his dispatch says to knock it the hell off.... I had sold his dispatch sgt a bike a month earlier. Its a small town kinda world out here. | ||
| Danger_dave |
>>Sometimes you can be lucky << Yes - had the Uly tapped out on the straights when I first saw her patrol car away in the distance - ever-so-luckily the road was through undulating coutryside and I dropped into a slight depression so she didn't get a lock till I came out the other side - very hard on the picks. Still copped a big fine, but was out of the disqualification zone by the time the eagle landed - well, she cut me enough slack for it anyway. Never been as happy to write off $800. | ||
| Firebolt32 |
When I had my F-150, it was raised about 6", 24" rims, audio/video system with in dash monitor, PS2 to play DVD's, jet black tint and a Budlight graphic that covered the entire back window. It was about 9am, my (before she was) wife and I were going to a friends house for a BBQ. She was watching a movie and I was doing the speed limit since my license was on the verge of being cut up due to points. Well, I get the pretty red lights in the rear view and get pulled. The cop walks up to my driver side door. He's so short I can't even see him. He tries to step up onto the running board and nearly busts his ass. I couldn't help but laugh. He has me get out of the truck, cuffs me and doesn't cuff my girl. At this time the city cops pull up and the SO calls in a drug dog. So now I have 3 SO's and 2 city cops. They have an entire lane of traffic blocked off. He told me with the way I was advertising Budlight that I had to have been drunk and was sure there were drugs in the truck. Sure I smoked a little pot at the time, but NEVER carried it on me. Dog shows up, it can't get in the truck by itself. I laugh again. After about 45 minutes of that dog destroying my interior with muddy paws prints they let me go with a "Sorry for wasting your time". I hop in the truck and realize the movie was still playing on the monitor. They were so concerned with thinking I had drugs, they didn't even notice..... |
