FOOLING THE LAW

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ok so im crusin along doin 40mph in a 40mph zone, then i get the itch
you know the itch im talking about... where you feel the engine screamin to let her free
Soooo... I Slam down two gears and twist the throttle as far as it will go ..
engines need to breathe. :twisted:
I let off the throttle two gears later and breathe a sigh of relief as the itch is gone
I do not realize how fast I am going until I am back to about 45
However I do realize that there is flashing lights.
so I pull over before he catches up to me.
he gets up to me with lights ablazin' and asks me
do you know why i pulled you over?
" no sir"
well you accelerated pretty hard back there
"yes sir, my choke was stuck and it makes me accelerate really hard"
he says ok
drivers liscense and insurance please
im thinking crap
so long story short
he dosent give me a ticket for going 84 in a 40
however he does give me a ticket (s) for no insurance and no registration
sorry it took so long to explain but i think some of you know how i felt at he time
PLEASE SHARE ANY STORY YOU HAVE SIMILAR TO THIS SO I WILL NOT BE THE ONLY ONE

 

well i have about a million stories when it comes to title 14 violations but most of them arent really funny.

one time that was mildly funny was when i first put the bigger injectors in my truck (diesel) and went out to make sure they worked. i was getting on the highway, and there was nobody anywhere to be seen, except for the bear in the woods with no lights and it was dark so i didnt see him right at the end of the ramp. so i get to the end of the entrance ramp doing about 65, and i MASH the throttle down, with the straight pipe barking, turbo screaming, and coal rolling from the tail pipe it runs right through the gears and reaches ludacris speed (spaceballs) instantly. i let out of it and basically let it coast because im getting of the next exit. for the non new englanders i should explain that here in CT the exits are about 1/2 mile apart. so im coasting, and i see emerging through the cloud of charcoal i layed....flashing lights. the trooper greets me, takes my papers, asks me if i saw him sitting there at the entrance, and then asks me what i was doing. so i told him the truth..."i put bigger injectors in and i just wanted to see what it would do". he replies: "well it will do 120" and gave me my court date.

 

Two carloads of teenage rowdies, playing "Bullit" on wet leaf-strewn streets of the small rural town I grew up in. Both pulled over, two cops, one cop car. One cop comes to me, one to my buddy. We BOTH told them "my foot slipped off the clutch." Apparently they didn't compare notes when they went back to the cruiser to run our plates. We both got off...

 

About 10 years ago, while in my Mazda driving late at night; a guy in a pickup truck to my right was eyeballing my girlfriend. in my teenage haste I decide to show him up with a dirty burnout off the light.

a little smoke, and a lot of noise later, the car directly behind me turns on his flashers. the guy in the truck was probably laughing his ass off. I pull over, the police officer was furious. I gave him my papers in an orderly fashion, but had no real explanation for my actions.

he tells me "I'm lucky he is on route to a call, and he doesn't have time to write me a ticket". He takes my driver's license, and tells me "to go directly home, and wait there. he will be by with my ticket, and license at some point throughout the night". I barely slept a wink that night. What was I going to tell my parents?

i wake up the next morning, and find my license pinned under my windshield wiper. No ticket.


Boy.... that Mazda got me in some kind of trouble as a teenager. the racing stripes and muffler seemed to be a police magnet.

 

My funnies experience was back in college. My sister and I were in town, sitting at a traffic light waiting for it to turn green. We were in a volkswagen Rabbit w/ fuel injection. A car pulled up in the left lane, and it was a white 68 or 69 camaroand and a elderly lady was driving. Of course we thought that was funny in and of itself. The light turned green and I mashed the pedal,let go of the clutch---that rabbit was always good at a lot of squealing. No speed, though, just a lot of noise. SOOOO.... back to the story--The lady didn't stomp it or anything, just a nice easy pull-away from the light. My car didn't go any faster than hers, but I spotted a cop on the other side of the road sitting in the line of parked cars. I knew I was dead meat, so let right off of the gas. I went from about 20mph to about 12mph. The camaro stayed going, and probably got up to 35, the speed limit, shortly after. I went over the rise before stepping on the gas again, watching the rearview mirror the whole time. Just as I broke the crest, the red blinky lights came on and the cop whipped around into our lane and came up fast. My sister was beside herself. I started to pull over, and he blew by me doing probably 60, and disappeared around the bend farther up the road.
We slowly proceeded just under the speed limit. As we came around the bend............there's the cop with the white camaro pulled over and he's at the door with his little ticket book out. We laughed the rest of the way home

 

I had a similar experience Hogfiddles.
Me and a friend were headed up I-89 in Vermont. Backed down from 85~90 when I caught up to some cars passing a green Tarus, then got right back on the throttle. Caught a VT statie in the median behind a rock. Stood on my brakes and managed to squeeze into the right lane as he pulled out. Went flying by my green Monte Carlo and pulled over the little old couple in the Tarus.

In my teens, I used to take a back road home from work in my '79 Rabbit.
This particular road was hilly and lots of tight curves and twists. One night after a bad day, I saw the blue lights come on about 1/4 mi. behind me as I turned on to the road and decided I'd wait till he caught up to me.
He didn't.
Towards the end of the road, pulled into an ex-gf's driveway & killed the lights. Min later he went flying by.

 

LOL! Now you're bringing back even more fun/fond memories.

dave

 

~~ No Cops Involved ~~

im hauling my buddys skid steer on his 'used to be a mobile-home frame now its a skid steer trailer' with my superduty diesel, across the state to rockford illinois...

were tooling along at 70ish and i see my sisters minivan up a head. im really curious because shes about 150 miles from home with my niece so i speed up a little to wave to her...

she sees me coming up in her rear view mirror and apparently didnt recognized my truck because she speeds up. i pull in the next lane and tromp on the go pedal. were both running about 95 down the interstate and i get beside her and im waving and honking the horn but shes 10 & 2 and staring down the road. i just could not get her attention...

now remember i was towing about 9,000 pounds behind my 7,500 pound pick up and the fuel is just POURING into the engine so i decide to slow back down and give her a call...

she answers and says to me "there some strange guy chasing me down the highway in a big white truck!" i said "you never called me strange before and i was chasing you, i was right beside you."

we both laughed about her being a bit 'frightened' about the situation and i found out why she was so far from home (coming from seeing an aunt)...

 

well, when i was a teenager, i was sitting at a stop light, when it turned green i decided to give my chevelle 350 w/holley carbs a little bit-o the juice, half a city block later i see the cop car, look down at a speedo saying 65, and a speed limit of 35, my car slowed down so fast the cop only clocked me at about 45, but he knew i was doing more. about the time i get pulled over i see my dad drive by the opposite direction. needless to say, he turned around, claimed my car keys, and made me walk home.(about 3 miles, in the middle of january)

 

a bike related incident happened when i was in oklahoma during my Air Force days and had just recently purchased my 550H...

i was laying on the tank with my feet on the rear pegs begging the bike to run the max indicated speed of 85mph. the speed limit was 45mph...

up in the distance i see a car but it wasnt until i was nearly ready to run into his trunk did i see it was a black and white impala belonging to the OHP...

i sat up, pulled the clutch and started dragging the back break in an attempt to slow enough fast enough without looking really guilty having 'raced up behind him'...

he turned at the next road and i kept an eye on the mirrors wondering if he was going to pull back out and come after me in a similar manner...

no harm no foul!

 

wow some great stories. I'm wondering... in the state of texas how fast do you have to be going over the speed limit to get hauled off?
im pretty sure i was close whatever it is....

Please keep this post running with any "adventures" you have or think of from your past
josh

 

Wow this is all complete bulls***! I tell ya what about 7 years ago when I was heading home from college to see my parents (in my 72 Firebird Formula 400) going through a little town here in Oklahoma. I was pulled up to a stop light it had just started raining and my car had way more power than was necessary and sitting at the light to my right was a small town cop. The light turns green and I apply the gas as I always do, but since it had just started to rain it was a little slick. My tires probably didn't turn over half a rotation and that bastard pulled me over and gave me a ticket for "Driving in a manner not reasonable or proper" even after I tried to explain I wasn't trying to show off It was just my car.

So I think I may hate all of you guy. Ok maybe not but still not happy about that ticket.

***Edited by Robert. Mind the language please! Thanks!***

 

We were flying down the rode in my friends 77-78 cutlass about 85-90.
We came down under this bridge and there's the cop sitting at the light, waiting for it to turn.
Well that was the moment of truth, either pull it over or don't.
Guess what my buddy decided, don't.
He mashed that throttle down to the floor and we were soon over a hundred.
Now the cop was sitting still and we flew by so he was way back.
This was a 4 lane highway.
We waited until we had gone over the next rise to turn.
My friend pulled all the way over to the guardrail on the left and wiped the wheel to the right.
We sailed, all 4 tires screaming, across 4 lanes.
Hit the entrance to the turn perfect, locked up the brakes and pulled into the first driveway.
We all ducked down as the cop flew by lights a flashin'.
We pulled back out and went back the way we came, got another six pack.
:lol:

 

i tend to disagree with you on this...

the bike and Oklahoma highway patrol happened on us 283 heading south from Lake Altus to Altus AFB in Altus, Oklahoma...

the skid steer and truck happened on I-94 east of Jackson, Michigan...

 

When i was sixteen (been driving for about four months) i was leaving school in my 1980 fire chicken t/a, when i pulled up to the lights at the end of the block my buddy fred rolled up beside me in his mom's festiva with a few girls, as a joke he reved his engine (4 cyl at least i think it was a joke!) so i played along and let the bottles bark a little! then the light turned green and in the fun, fred must have forgot that there was a line up of cars in front of us cause when he dumped that clutch all that was heard was a chirp, chirp, chirp, CRUNCH!! it was amazing how much damage that little festiva did to the rx-7 in front of him, his mom never let him drive her car again, he got a ticket for stunting but i got out of there just in case they tried to involve me in what happened (i had enough tickets of my own!)

 

Im the guy who gets pulled over.
The night I got my DUI, 4 or 5 other people I worked with got stopped after bar time - all admittedly legally drunk. They all got off: one guy rolled his new truck into his front yard totaled it. by the time the cops investigated, He was more sober, and in his own yard, and no one was hurt. Another couple were stopped and the cops had the wife drive (she was less drunk) the last 3 miles home, followed, no ticket. Another girl was stopped a mile from home, given a ride by the cops the rest of the way home, no ticket.
They were all beyond legally intoxicated.
All of them got off with nothing but one totaled truck that his insurance paid for.


But not Steve.
I had one beer, Just one hour after work (second shift) and I was stopped because 'someone in a similar car had been racing around all night.'
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

 

Milwalke cant have a no tolarance law!!! are u some 20lb woman? cuz man theres no way you'd blow a.08... Well speaking of drunkenness, i went over to a friens house last friday, drank1/3-1/2 a 5th of whiskey and 5 beers, stupidly drove the backroads home, and puked all over my room, grounded from riding my xj... but at least i didnt destroy my house like my cousin did the next nite.

 

it was 1988. I was 120 pounds, and no way one beer would really put me over the 0.10 limit of the time. I know now that if I still drank I would get a blood test instead of the breathalyzer.
When I did drink heavily, I normally drank at home.

That all still doesn't explain how the hammered people got off scot free and I got screwed.

 

Last Thursday night I stopped at the bar after work, had a couple.
I took off about 3:30, headed out of town, for a ride.
Well I just got on the outskirts, of town, riding a 4 lane.
I'm doing 55-60 and bam, I lose headlight and gauge lights.
So It's pitch black I'm flying along, the only light is from the volunteer firehouse a 1/2 mile ahead.
Hold on what's that a car in the lot.
I'm thinking damn just my luck, 3:30 prime time to get pulled over, no headlight and what I thought was a cop up ahead.
So I pulled over real quick into a closed diner and shut it off.
I figured he didn't see me coming and if he couldn't hear me I might be safe.
After looking closer it wasn't a cop.
I rode up to the next side road and took it.
I had a couple miles of back roads to get home, so I used the directionals for light.
I would use the right signal till it canceled then left until it canceled.
If I heard gravel I knew the shoulder was under foot.
A little scary but I made it home and mixed up a strong one before bed.

 

WHAT A STORY.