**** yea thats why i wanted the radar reading to prove to anyone that doesnt believe me.....i consider that my get outa jail free card an dont speed much anymore......but i also bought a radar the day after!!!

 

Yeah I bought a radar detector right after I got my last speeding ticket a little over a year ago. It didn't help me any when I was racing though because the cop didn't have radar on, he just saw us racing. That's what I get for thinking I was invinsible.

 

Radar detectors are the biggest wastes of money you can buy...besides the Tornado

 

Aww man I was driving out in the woods of East Tx. on the way to my dad's house on Christmas day and they like to randomly changed the speed limit from 70 to 55 in places. Well I finally get on a 4-lane open area and get ready to pass this truck that is taking forever and I punch it up to about 105. I start slowing down and what do I see? A trooper with his lights on right before my exit Yea I got a 101 in a 55, but luckily my dad knew some troopers and an attorney so the ticket got dropped!

 

Yeah I got a lot of my tickets dropped because the States Attorney was my old neighboor and I had known him forever. When I got arrested, they gave me 12 tickets, 1 for drag racing, 1 for aggrivated fleeing and eluding(felony), and 10 stop sign violations. He threw out the drag racing and 8 stop sign tickets because they really didn't know how many I ran it was an estimate pretty much, and the aggrivated fleeing and eluding was dropped down to just attempted fleeing and eluding which was a misdemeanor. So I was pretty lucky. Oh yeah and I got my car back from the imound, they could've taken it and not let me see it ever again. It happened to one of my friends when he ran from the cops in his Talon.

 

I have noticed that cops like to squeal their tires at fast cars like ours. The first time I was ever pulled over, it was a county sheriff and my headlights were off. Now, this was the week after Plant City changed their lighting to this super-bright stadium stuff, and I didn't notice my headlights weren't on (as my gauge lights didn't work at the time) and he yells at me and keeps asking me if I'm drunk. I told him no at least ten times, and that we had just gotten out of a movie (my friend is with me, and my mom, sister and my friend's two sisters are in mom's Astro) and she stops. The cop lets me go, and leavse like he just got a call that they caught Jack the ripper. The second time I got pulled over, was in the same car, my 1995 Camaro, bright red, V6, and the cop is tailgating me with his brights on, and I can't see ****. As I'm trying to adjust my mirrors so I can see, he pulls me over and asks why I was "all over the road?" I told him I couldn't see because he was driving so close to me and my car is so low to the ground. He gets mad and takes my license and registration and goes back to his car, then comes back and tells me to "watch my driving" as he peels out like a maniac. The next, and final time I got pulled over in that 95 Camaro was for going about 120 in a 60. The cops comes up to my window and asks if I know how fast I was going (my gauge lights still didn't work, they do now, after having to hot-wire the fan to work) and I say, "judging by the wind, about 120." The cop splutters for about ten seconds, because he didn't have his radar on, he just knew I was speeding, he asked for my license (but not my registration for some odd reason) and I gave him my license and the Eagle Scout card behind it. He asked me if I was an Eagle, I said yes. He let me go, and said it was because he couldn't prove how fast I was going and that I was truthful, but that cop was out for my blood until he saw my eagle card. The one time I've been pulled over in my Z28 was because I forgot to check my blind spot when changing lanes, and there was a yellow truck about a yard behind me, so I accelerated to give him some space, got back over after passing the guy going 45 in the fastlane in a 60. I got to about 80, slowed back down to about 65, and looked in my rearview. I saw a county car sliding past the guy I'd just passed. The first thing I thought was "Well, he's after me." And he was. He was freaked out (remember I had been at work all night and was still in my rent-a-cop uniform, it's 6:45 in the morning) and started yelling at me until I explained, then he gave me a ticket for careless driving and not having proof of registration (I'd had the car for about three weeks, and got the tags that same day) but he could have also given me a speeding ticket and one for expired tag. I haven't ran from the cops yet, but I seem to be extremely lucky, as my friend and I were going about 140 in the same 60 zone one day, and never even saw a cop.

 

Oh, and the cop who ticketed me for careless driving also asked if my Z was insured, I said yes, he asked for the card, then asked if this was the Camaro on the insurance. I nearly told him "No, I just happened to steal one just like it" but decided I was in enough trouble without pissing the cop off.

 

A few years ago I'm on my way home from a friends which is 80miles of straight freeway out in the sticks from my house, it's about 10 am on a cloudless and sunny sunday and there is absolutely no one on the road I'd been driving for about 45 minutes and seen only 3 or 4 vehicles and 9 or 10 on the oncoming side of the grass median, so I decide take it up to about 120(speed limiter) and cruise for a few miles running wide open in my old 2000 v6 camaro taking some slow sweepers left and right thinking how awesome this was, well after about 4-5 miles of WOT I notice that there is some traffic coming up on both sides of the freeway, I let out of the throttle doing about 110 now and slowing watching the oncoming traffic when it seems like out of nowhere this car comes diving down off the oncoming road into the median, grass flying dust kicking up everywhere then flies up the embankment front drivers tire catching air and nearly smacks my drivers rear quarter with the passenger side fender of theirs and also cutting off a car that I had just previously passed its at this point that I notice the the light bar on top of the car, I am still doing 90 or so and my first reaction is to kick it down but then I think about how crazy this motherfu|<er must be to hit the ditch doing seventy and fly into oncoming traffic like that. I decide that this guy was on a mission and going to get my slowmaro no matter what. I cut it back to 70 and then slowly start to pull to the side of the road as he approaches. He steps up to my passenger window face bright red sweats actually dripping down under his patrol hat and in an almost excited tone and smirk on his face he says "I can't believe I caught you! do you know how fast you were going?" I look down at my speedometer look back up at him and say "I'm not exactly sure maybe 90.?..?" he kind of chuckles and smiles and says "Try one hundred and sixteen", I get this look on my face and try to act surprised, I then say "wow I'm not even sure if this thing goes that fast it's only a V6 officer" which he responds to in a calmer tone than before "I've got you on radar, you can come back and take a look if you want?" he almost sounded proud and inviting like he wanted to show off this 116 on his radar to someone, anyone. I declined and said "I didn't realize i was going THAT fast, I guess its because this car handles so well at speed." he says "It's a nice car even if its a V6 and wouldn't want to have to impound it, I've got a muscle car myself and know it can be tough to keep it slow but 116 in a 65 is way to fast". Well he ended up giving me a careless driving ticket didn't impound my car or take me to jail even though he could have. We bullshitted on the side of the road for 15-20 minutes he was actually a pretty cool guy. He had a 1968 Z28/RS with a 302 hooker headers, flowmasters, 650 holley 4 barrel and lots of other go fast goodies. I still have the ticket that says the speed I've thought about framing it but just leave it in an empty tool drawer for now

 

When they slam you down on the trunk and spread eagle you, that's the time to **** your pants. Then they don't want you in their cruiser and get disgusted and tell you to "get the **** out of here". Just keep a couple trashbags in the trunk for these times. It's worked for me like 4 times.

Jim

 

The best one I have is actually pretty recent. Me and a buddie left a party about 1am and went just outside of town to play around. Both of us have been wanting to see how we do against each other. Anyway it was our lucky day for sure. On our second run we coming down off 150 and were now at 75 or so and I see a car come by on the opposite road and bam, red and blue, he whips it aound and comes after us. I had my bro in the car and was like ****...im done. So we pull over and by that time another cop gets there, the cop comes up to my door and says "driver get out!" so I get out and as Im following him to the rear of my car he says "so did you hit it"...I was like "hit what sir" he says "your nitrous" I guess he saw my bottle on the hump, but I actually didnt use it, its not even working. So Im say " umm, actually sir no...its not hooked up" and he does the usual stand there and dont moove. Asks if we were racing, I say no, he gets pissed and says come on now dont mess with me so I say, well yes we were having a little fun tonight and I apoligize. Now at this point Im shiting my pants. Im military, about to get a new assigment, and I had a few beers. I wasnt fucked up but yes I had had a few keg beers. So the other cop comes over and starts talking to me and is actually being pretty cool. He says he can smell a little bit of beer on me but I dont seem drunk so Im not going to give you a test...WOOO WEEE....I think to myself and start to relax a little casue I can tell there actually being quite cool with me and dont seem to be out to get anyone. So now the other cop comes out and gives me back my DL and ask how much trouble would I get in if I was to call our 1st sgt. I say, quite a lot and tell him Im about to get a new assigment and this would seriously hurt our carreers. He was pretty cool and said you both are damn lucky cause my partner only got you at 69. I couldnt belive it, I thought one of them had us for sure. I think what happend was we blew by the first cop and he didnt have his radar on, came after us and turned it but like I said he didnt get us speeding. He then call my buddie out of his Camaro and my bro out of my car and talks to us for a few minutes, about racing and not doing out on the streets and such. And the BEST part one cop says. "Im just sorry to see the Camaro loose"...my buddie kind of made this funny face and I made a little chuckle. I still dont get how he saw the end of our race but didnt clock us..we were getting on it pretty damn good. We were crazy LUCKY!!!