Tell us about a speeding ticket you got.

[Hotler]

I'll go first. 3-4 yrs. ago I got a 75 in a 45. I have this 400cc dirtbike setup for the street. One day on the way to work I burned this gray haired older looking gentlemen in a dark sudan. I crossed three lanes on the back wheel and set it down right in front of him at the on ramp to the on ramp to the highway. This ramp has a continuous lane that turns into the left hand fast lane. As i'm rolling off the ramp and down the lane ripping it real good I look to my right and I mean in my face driver side window at my elbow I hear PULL THAT THING OVER. All I see I a dark blue sleeve with a shit load of strips. He was a high ranking admin. officer on the way to work in an unmarked. He was pissed. Pulled me over on the shoulder of the left lane.

[mdmc]

1. I was coming back from a CPS (child protective service) call

and I had to get to the county jail before visiting hours were over. The trooper gave me a ticket and we went our different ways.

A week later I received another CPS call. One of my kids (age 13) was in jail. The same trooper that gave me the ticket called me. "You better get down here right now and take this kid home," he said.

I explained to him that I was the kid's caseworker, and not his parent. The trooper told me that he needed to have an officer remain in the jail with the kid, and that the barracks were too busy for him to keep a cop with my kid.

I went and picked up the kid. The trooper thanked me.

When we went to court, the judge recognized me as someone that keeps thugs on the up and up. The judge remembered how I helped some kids stay out of trouble (and keep the municipality taxes low in due to my efforts).

The judge and the trooper let me go.

[DemoTex]

8. I-85 northbound, just inside Virginia coming up from NC.

I was headed home to DC during a weekend off from my Boeing 737 transition at Piedmont Airlines. I was in my wife's BMW 325 (early 80s). I saw a logging truck coming down an entry ramp, spraying bark everywhere. I kicked it to get (and stay) well ahead of him. I hit about 85 mph as I put him in my rear-view mirror.

About that time a Virginia State Patrol car pulled up behind me, lights flashing. I pulled over. When he came to the window, he asked the anticipated question: "Buddy, any idea how fast you were going on my highway?"

"Yes-sir," sez I. "I was doing 85. And in about 45 seconds you will see why. I was getting ahead of a pulpwood truck that was raining bark all over the highway."

"Sir," sez the trooper, as he checked my license, "I've heard all sorts of lame-brain excuses for speeding, but that is the lamest!"

I glanced in the side mirror. Here came the pulpwood truck. As it passed, the Virginia State Trooper was totally pelted with flying bark (as was my car and his).

"Goddamn SOB! You were right sir! Good-day!," and he was off. A couple of miles on up I-85 I passed my trooper buddy with his new victim, the pulpwood truck driver. I eased by them at the posted speed limit. Vindicated.

[mdmc]

16. kik

for your tale! :kick:

[DemoTex]

17. I don't know why I tagged it to your post.

I thought I was putting it at the bottom of the thread. But it worked out OK. Eh?

Thanks,
Mac

Oh, and it was obviously about a ticket I did not get. In fact, in over 40 years of driving, I have never had a moving violation. As my mother says, I have the "gift of gab." That has saved my butt a couple of times.

[ChoralScholar]

2. I was onsite servicing a computer network.

I left to go to McAlister's to get some tea for me and my co-worker. I only had one cup holder, so mine was between my legs. Coming up Napa Valley Dr. in Little Rock, I topped a large hill, somehow squeezed the cup, the lid came off and I had a lapful of tea.

Now I'm coasting down the hill, and look up and there is a bike cop standing in the road waving me onto a side street to write me a ticket. Freakin' speed traps.

I had a lap full of cold iced tea, he's lucky I was paying enough attention not to run him the hell over.



5 lanes wide. 30 miles per hour. Cop at the bottom of a hill. It sucked.

[Strong Atheist]

3. How about the one that got away?

http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_mesg&forum=105&topic_id=4795210&mesg_id=4795210

It was THIS big, I swear...

[DS1]

4. 48 in 15. 460 dollar ticket

200 million worth of investment money - 3 guys - in the back seat

then the asshole had the nerve to pull me over AGAIN to correct a mathematical mistake he'd made

[FarLeftRage]

5. May, 1979

A college classmate and I were drag racing. I got caught going 95 in a 45 MPH zone. A week later I ended up in traffic court and was fined $25 plus $3 court costs... I plead nolo contedre and told the judge he would never see my face in his court again. I was driving a '74 Pontiac Catalina with 404 four-barrel that hauled big time. My friend was driving a '77 Camaro and he got the best of the race and away from the cop that pulled me over. That was my only speeding ticket.

[Strong Atheist]

6. .

http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_topic&forum=105&topic_id=4766502

[FarLeftRage]

7. LOL!!! Thanks...

But now I have Clapton blasting "Cocaine" from my speakers.

[Strong Atheist]

9. Ah. Just thought it fit your story .... nt.

[Radical Activist]

10. Remember the story about the Tennessee trooper who shot a dog?

It was a couple years ago. They mistook this family for a wanted person and the family dog got shot and killed by one of the local county deputies.

Well, I was driving around a bend in that county right into a local deputy's radar. I was going 83 in a 70 zone. Luckily no one was shot.

[Strong Atheist]

11. Yes, I heard that one... nt.

[Alleycat]

12. Ha Your story made me laugh

You so bad dude!

Last time I was pulled over for speeding was about 10 years ago. I happened to be a guy I went to High school with. I was visiting my parents after my seperation from my husband. We got to talking and before you know it we made plans to go out. Endedup dating for a few years.

Oh by the way I got off with a warning!

[flamingyouth]

13. It was funny because I was coming home from a yoga retreat

:rofl:

Anyway, I was driving down Blewett Pass, going about 70 mph. I had just stopped to help a guy who had fallen off of his bike. He was okay and didn't need any medical assistance (he was with several other riders). Anyway, a couple of miles down the road, I got caught in a speed trap. A few minutes later, the bike riders came by, saw the cop writing the ticket and started arguing with him, saying that I was really nice and that I had stopped to help them. It was pretty funny actually. My one and only ticket. :D

[LaurenG]

14. I was going 34 in a 25 at 5:45 am.

It cost me $109.00 a few years ago when I lived accross the mighty Ohio river in Kentucky. What can I say. :shrug: I was speeding.

[Spider Jerusalem]

15. How about one I didn't get?

In the wee hours of July 4th, 1995, when I was 17, a friend and I got the idea that we wanted fireworks. The only problem was that fireworks were (and are) illegal in the state of Georgia. So we got into my car, drove to Alabama, and purchased a veritable arsenal of Roman Candles, rockets, and so on, and headed back.

I-20 back into Atlanta was completely deserted, this being around three in the morning; so I decided to floor it. This was in an '86 Camaro; I completely buried the needle on the speedo (which only read up to 85, but kept going around)...I'd estimate that I was probably doing between 120 and 130. And then I passed the only other car on the road that night...a cop, going the other way.

He cut a U-turn through the median and came after me, without turning on his lights/siren (he must've been anticipating a high-speed chase); I slowed down to 70 and got into the far right lane, which probably confused him. He just stayed right behind me for what seemed like about five minutes, and THEN turned on his siren and pulled me over. He came to my driver's side window, and asked "Sir, do you know what the speed limit is on this road?" "Sixty-five," I answered. "No, this is a construction zone. It's fifty-five. And, anyway, you were doing one fuck of a lot faster than sixty-five when you passed me back there."

Then he took my license and registration and left me to sit, while his partner was walking around the back of the car, shining his flashlight through the rear window, and probably getting a good eyeful of all the contraband on the back seat. As you can imagine, I was sweating by this point. So I was completely surprised the cop came back, handed me my license, said "slow it down and have a safe Fourth", and just let me drive off.