NancysToy
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What is your favorite involment with the Police
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I agree...cops have absolutely nothing better to do than ride around and stop innocent people and then get them to trip up and blame things on them!!! I think they are also watch us from those black government helicopters too! :joke:
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Smylinacha
Yellinacha
Wish I could say I had something Nice in the event of me and the police but I don't.:gaah:
irish2themax
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Give me a break!!
My points exactly based on the quote I put in my post! :joke:
quantumleap39
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When I first got my spyder, the blues came on behind me. I looked, no lights, not speeding,, WTF. I pull over, local cops come up, ask me to shut the bike off and get off it. So Off I go, now he radios in for backup,, ok now seriously WTF!! backup shows up, Im standing over by the car and what do they do?? pul out cell phone camera's and start snapping photos. The cop explained, I was in no trouble, they had just never seen anything so cool before! since then, every cop in town gives me the thumbs up as I go by, a good wave back. always nice to have them on YOUR side.
Most cops are superb BUT a few rotten apples give them a bad name. Have been stopped a couple of times.
1) On truck at night for speeding, switch off engine, keys out on dashboard, lights on, hands on steering and ask officer permission to go to back pocket for license when asked.
A warning and ask to slow down. Was going at least 55 in a 35 zone.
2) On spyder when thru stop sign absentmindedly and speeding 40 in a 25 zone. Off engine, keys out and placed on speedometer, hands up and wait for cop to say, "you can put ur hands down. Ask permission to peruse back-pocket when asked for license. Everything checked out and said sorry for being absentminded, got a warning, no ticket.
First one was a lady cop early 30s and second, male cop late 40s. And I do look foreign, very brown.
Once was stopped by cop in NY whose first intelligent question to me was " are you a Muslim ". Was stopped because I cross between 2 cars on my Bimmer, one was parked on side of road.. Same thing, engine off, hands up, permission etc etc. BUT KNEW I WAS :cus: as soon as he ask if I was Muslim...( I am not ) he had a tattoo of a cross on forearm.
Got ticket, went to court, officer did not turn up, was reprimanded by judge but no, points or fine. Wished cop had turned up I wud hv shown him his racist remark does not belong in a civil society.......but again what do you teach a moron who give his mates a bad name.
Love to all.
1) On truck at night for speeding, switch off engine, keys out on dashboard, lights on, hands on steering and ask officer permission to go to back pocket for license when asked.
A warning and ask to slow down. Was going at least 55 in a 35 zone.
2) On spyder when thru stop sign absentmindedly and speeding 40 in a 25 zone. Off engine, keys out and placed on speedometer, hands up and wait for cop to say, "you can put ur hands down. Ask permission to peruse back-pocket when asked for license. Everything checked out and said sorry for being absentminded, got a warning, no ticket.
First one was a lady cop early 30s and second, male cop late 40s. And I do look foreign, very brown.
Once was stopped by cop in NY whose first intelligent question to me was " are you a Muslim ". Was stopped because I cross between 2 cars on my Bimmer, one was parked on side of road.. Same thing, engine off, hands up, permission etc etc. BUT KNEW I WAS :cus: as soon as he ask if I was Muslim...( I am not ) he had a tattoo of a cross on forearm.
Got ticket, went to court, officer did not turn up, was reprimanded by judge but no, points or fine. Wished cop had turned up I wud hv shown him his racist remark does not belong in a civil society.......but again what do you teach a moron who give his mates a bad name.
Love to all.
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skeetshooter
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Shoe
:yikes:When i was about 14 i had a Honda S90.I had took the muffler off and just had the straight pipe coming out of the engine.Well i was going up a moutain when a cop got behind me,so i stuck the toe of my shoe in the end of the pipe to try to make it quieter.It wasn't long before my toes started to get hot i looked down and my shoe was on fire,i started kicking and my shoe flew off and landed in the grass.I pulled off the road to get my shoe by then the grass was on fire,i got it stomped out and looked around to see the cop laughing his a## off.He drove off still laughing,i got my shoe with no toe and went home.
:yikes:When i was about 14 i had a Honda S90.I had took the muffler off and just had the straight pipe coming out of the engine.Well i was going up a moutain when a cop got behind me,so i stuck the toe of my shoe in the end of the pipe to try to make it quieter.It wasn't long before my toes started to get hot i looked down and my shoe was on fire,i started kicking and my shoe flew off and landed in the grass.I pulled off the road to get my shoe by then the grass was on fire,i got it stomped out and looked around to see the cop laughing his a## off.He drove off still laughing,i got my shoe with no toe and went home.
loaded for bear
One evening on I-10 heading east just west of Tallahassee, I noticed blue lights behind me. I put my signal on and moved over a lane, FHP did the same, I moved over another lane. Well I figured it was time to pull to the shoulder. I stopped, put my 4 ways on and rolled down my window. He comes up on the passenger side and taps on the window. I rolled it down, he told me his name and said He clocked me doing 84 in a 70 zone. I said "not to argue with you, but my cruise was set to my GPS and it registered my max speed at 78". Anyway he asked for the usual( lic, registration, ins.)I told him my wallet was in my center console with a loaded .40 cal. I was immediately asked if I had a concealed lic., I said yes ...but it's in my wallet. So he asked for the gun. As I handed it to him, I said it's loaded and the safety is on. he then asked for the usual, and I said, uh I had a loaded .380 derringer in my pocket. After some questions on who I worked for, I handed it to him, he asked about the safety...I said it had a half **** safety ( it had a full safety too). He handed it back to me and said for me to unload it........I just started chuckling, popped it open over my cup holder for the shells to drop into. After 10 minutes, he came back threw a "warning notice" into the vehicle and laid the guns on the passenger seat and said have a nice day and that I could put the guns away when I got down the road. I laughed all the way home that evening.:clap::clap:
One evening on I-10 heading east just west of Tallahassee, I noticed blue lights behind me. I put my signal on and moved over a lane, FHP did the same, I moved over another lane. Well I figured it was time to pull to the shoulder. I stopped, put my 4 ways on and rolled down my window. He comes up on the passenger side and taps on the window. I rolled it down, he told me his name and said He clocked me doing 84 in a 70 zone. I said "not to argue with you, but my cruise was set to my GPS and it registered my max speed at 78". Anyway he asked for the usual( lic, registration, ins.)I told him my wallet was in my center console with a loaded .40 cal. I was immediately asked if I had a concealed lic., I said yes ...but it's in my wallet. So he asked for the gun. As I handed it to him, I said it's loaded and the safety is on. he then asked for the usual, and I said, uh I had a loaded .380 derringer in my pocket. After some questions on who I worked for, I handed it to him, he asked about the safety...I said it had a half **** safety ( it had a full safety too). He handed it back to me and said for me to unload it........I just started chuckling, popped it open over my cup holder for the shells to drop into. After 10 minutes, he came back threw a "warning notice" into the vehicle and laid the guns on the passenger seat and said have a nice day and that I could put the guns away when I got down the road. I laughed all the way home that evening.:clap::clap:
richie
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Al Bragg
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Ok try this. Some years back my dad had a job in a small town in Indiana and part of my family was living there with him. I was in the military and had been sent to Evansville to train the folk at the Naval Reserve station in Evansville.
My dad's place was about 40 miles south of Evansville and I would borrow his car to drive their.
Now my dad was kind of a hot-rodder so the family wagon kinda went fast.
Ok so early one morning I’m driving to the reserve center on this two lane road out in the sticks. Doing the speed limit (no really I was doing the speed limit).
When I look up in the review mirror I see the blue lights closing fast.
Oh :cus: what did I do?
Trooper pulls up right beside me in the other lane and over the PA yells, Son!! You better kick that thing in the butt or you are gona DIE!
I look at him with a puzzled look on my face. He points to the right side of the road.
So I looked to the right side of the road at a tornado coming right for us.
Thank god dad thought everyone should have a 150 MPH grocery getter. Man I stomped on the thing and off I went leaving poor MR. Trooper behind me.
I stopped at the gas station up the road where the Trooper pulled in behind me.
He gets out, comes over to me and says. Are you Walt’s boy?
I say yes, and the trooper say, I should have known that car.
Nothing further said.
My dad's place was about 40 miles south of Evansville and I would borrow his car to drive their.
Now my dad was kind of a hot-rodder so the family wagon kinda went fast.
Ok so early one morning I’m driving to the reserve center on this two lane road out in the sticks. Doing the speed limit (no really I was doing the speed limit).
When I look up in the review mirror I see the blue lights closing fast.
Oh :cus: what did I do?
Trooper pulls up right beside me in the other lane and over the PA yells, Son!! You better kick that thing in the butt or you are gona DIE!
I look at him with a puzzled look on my face. He points to the right side of the road.
So I looked to the right side of the road at a tornado coming right for us.
Thank god dad thought everyone should have a 150 MPH grocery getter. Man I stomped on the thing and off I went leaving poor MR. Trooper behind me.
I stopped at the gas station up the road where the Trooper pulled in behind me.
He gets out, comes over to me and says. Are you Walt’s boy?
I say yes, and the trooper say, I should have known that car.
Nothing further said.
I'm a cop, and I agree.
Most of the people I pull over can really use this policy. If I get nervous about what they are doing for my safety (driving into glove boxes, making sudden moves, etc) and then trying to deny what I observed (I only cite and pull over if I absolutely know a violation occurred) then a ticket (or tickets) get handed out. A five minute traffic stop saves me from hours working an accident, that's my policy. If I pull you over in short fashion for a similar offense, honesty or not (lie or argue) there will be at least a ticket. I figure you took advantage of my generosity at that point.
Most of the people I pull over can really use this policy. If I get nervous about what they are doing for my safety (driving into glove boxes, making sudden moves, etc) and then trying to deny what I observed (I only cite and pull over if I absolutely know a violation occurred) then a ticket (or tickets) get handed out. A five minute traffic stop saves me from hours working an accident, that's my policy. If I pull you over in short fashion for a similar offense, honesty or not (lie or argue) there will be at least a ticket. I figure you took advantage of my generosity at that point.
wyliec
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Welcome to spyderlovers; how did you come across this old post?
ARtraveler
R.I.P. Dwayne
:welcome:
Me too! This was even before my time here.
Maybe good to hear a few more stories though.
1980's in MN. Got pulled over on my Yamaha Venture by a MN Highway Patrol. All the officer did was check my license and started asking all kinds of questions about my ride. Turns out, he really wanted to see my Yosemite Sam lighted mudflap up close and personal. When the brake was applied, led type lights lit up as though the guns were firing. From what I have been able to find out currently, the mudflap is somewhat of a collector item now. .
A few years back I was on my GSXR supersport, doing maybe 20 over in the canyons. An unmarked SUV going the other way pulls a u-turn and lights up his lights. I was stopped with my hands out by my side before he pulled up. The officer took my papers and went to his car to run the plates. He comes back and I expect to hear the riot act. But he says I see you're all geared up (I had on race leathers), and you really should act your age (I'm 50+). You don't fit the profile of the kids I usually stop. I'm going to be patrolling this stretch at 3:45pm today, and I'd better not catch you speeding through. Here is your license and have a safe ride.
Sometimes, it's good to have a little grey hair.
Sometimes, it's good to have a little grey hair.
PMK
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Been stopped a few times on the KTM250. It's one of those loophole bikes that can legally be tagged, but is really a full on race dirt bike.
A few nights ago, did a short ride before dark and was heading home after some simple attempts at finding a trail to ride. Took a short cut through the industrial park. Thought I noticed a car in another section, should have trusted that and turned and went another way. Nope, stupid gets the spotlight in eyes, can't see anything, so I shut it off. Big guy walks up and starts asking questions. Told him the truth, planned to ride it tomorrow to work. He looks it over, sees the tag, asks where I work. Then remarks, I thought you were a id and would have run. Told him I could have eaily gotten away, but why, it's tagged and legal plus you have a radio. We talked dirt bikes for a while.
Time before that, headed home, bike still had race numbers on it. I go one way, copper goes the other. Look back and see the Starsky and Hutch U-turn, blue lights and all. I stop. Again I could have easily been long gone. This cop I know and he is a dick. His first words "that can't be street legal". My reply as I lift the muddy rear fender into his passenger window, tagged, horn lights, insurance, registered. His next reply, your tag light is out. I mention really, maybe we should have a look. He refuses to get out of the car and check, rolls up the window and says your tag light is out. What a line of BS. Still can't stand him after his lies when my wife and her dog were attacked by a pitbull owned by his friend.
Street legal race bikes are almost too obvious. My buddy has a Honda CRF450r motocross bike with a tag. Sadly for him, max speed is around 65. My KTM can drop him quick and runs 85 on dirt...see ya.
PK
A few nights ago, did a short ride before dark and was heading home after some simple attempts at finding a trail to ride. Took a short cut through the industrial park. Thought I noticed a car in another section, should have trusted that and turned and went another way. Nope, stupid gets the spotlight in eyes, can't see anything, so I shut it off. Big guy walks up and starts asking questions. Told him the truth, planned to ride it tomorrow to work. He looks it over, sees the tag, asks where I work. Then remarks, I thought you were a id and would have run. Told him I could have eaily gotten away, but why, it's tagged and legal plus you have a radio. We talked dirt bikes for a while.
Time before that, headed home, bike still had race numbers on it. I go one way, copper goes the other. Look back and see the Starsky and Hutch U-turn, blue lights and all. I stop. Again I could have easily been long gone. This cop I know and he is a dick. His first words "that can't be street legal". My reply as I lift the muddy rear fender into his passenger window, tagged, horn lights, insurance, registered. His next reply, your tag light is out. I mention really, maybe we should have a look. He refuses to get out of the car and check, rolls up the window and says your tag light is out. What a line of BS. Still can't stand him after his lies when my wife and her dog were attacked by a pitbull owned by his friend.
Street legal race bikes are almost too obvious. My buddy has a Honda CRF450r motocross bike with a tag. Sadly for him, max speed is around 65. My KTM can drop him quick and runs 85 on dirt...see ya.
PK
cuznjohn
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i have never been stopped on a bike but many years ago when i sold my house upstate i was coming home from the closing with a check in my hand and i was pulled over by a state trooper for doing 75 mph. i knew he had me dead to rights, but when he told me i was in a work zone and all fines and speeds were doubled i was in shock. i knew i was speeding but not in a work zone. when i told him i didn't realized i was in a work zone i guess he saw the look on my face and he cut me a brake and gave me a ticket for failure to obey a sign, he was a great cop and i thanked him and shook his hand
Bob Denman
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My favorite story...
It involves eating pizza
, and drinking beer
with a couple of them after a Pistol Match in New Paltz, NY. (There was a Corrections Officer there too; does he count?) We were full of refreshments and pie, and heading for home. Rte 44/55 up over the Shawangunk Ridge is a real beauty; but not at night. (We're all piled in a 1980 Chevy Citation; remember them?) Out of nowhere; this honking HUGE raccoon decides to commit suicide. As he rolled under the floor pan, we could feel it buckling upward under our feet! We stop to survey the carnage, and compliment our driver on his hunting prowess. He's not amused; the front airdam is hanging in pieces...
We get back in, and silently continue our solemn trek home. all of the sudden; we reach the 200 DEGREE SWITCHBACK, and we're doing about 40 mph! :yikes: Several of us passed out, and the rest just soiled our best Pistol Match pants...
Somehow... we didn't sail off the cliff in a glorious "Vanishing Point" kind of ending. That little car squealed and screamed with the rest of us, but the tires hung on with all that they had...
We didn't die... :shocked:
Now... we're all REALLY quiet. About a quarter of a mile up the road; the driver turns to the ashen-faced fellow sitting next to him, and says, "You know something? I completely forgot about that damend turn..."
So this story involves beered-up Badges, and a hapless raccoon!
It involves eating pizza
Somehow... we didn't sail off the cliff in a glorious "Vanishing Point" kind of ending. That little car squealed and screamed with the rest of us, but the tires hung on with all that they had...
We didn't die... :shocked:
Now... we're all REALLY quiet. About a quarter of a mile up the road; the driver turns to the ashen-faced fellow sitting next to him, and says, "You know something? I completely forgot about that damend turn..."
So this story involves beered-up Badges, and a hapless raccoon!
Yazz
MOgang Member
Have only had two tickets my whole life. First one was given to me by a cop meeting his quota, the good ol' days. It was his word against mine, no passengers in the car. Yeah, he showed up to court.
Second one was riding by myself. If y'all haven't noticed, out in the middle of armpit nowhere, usually ten miles before a town, there will be a sign stating so. That's when you switch from 'efficient use of time,' to slow down and watch for cops.
The speed limit was 65, straight as a ruler two lane road, the temps were going to get into the 110s. I was using efficient use of time to get me as far down the road as I could before it got real hot. Running at 85 you watch ahead of you more that behind. Not too worried about someone rear-ending me. Watching for cars and the town signs.
All the sudden out the corner of my right eye, the flashing lights. Where'd they come from? Out in the middle of nowhere?
The cop was nice, told me he had been tailing me for about two miles, but understood with my bags I couldn't see him or hear him with my pipes. He finally figured out to get into the oncoming lane so I could see him. I agreed the speed was a bit high and told him about why I was going so fast. He agreed it was going to be a hot day. We chatted for a bit, the usual questions about the Spyder yadda yadda.
Finally he said, "If you would have been going 75, I would have let you go with a warning, but not 85." I took my lumps and said "Have a nice day."
Two miles down the road was a town. Surprise!
Second one was riding by myself. If y'all haven't noticed, out in the middle of armpit nowhere, usually ten miles before a town, there will be a sign stating so. That's when you switch from 'efficient use of time,' to slow down and watch for cops.
The speed limit was 65, straight as a ruler two lane road, the temps were going to get into the 110s. I was using efficient use of time to get me as far down the road as I could before it got real hot. Running at 85 you watch ahead of you more that behind. Not too worried about someone rear-ending me. Watching for cars and the town signs.
All the sudden out the corner of my right eye, the flashing lights. Where'd they come from? Out in the middle of nowhere?
The cop was nice, told me he had been tailing me for about two miles, but understood with my bags I couldn't see him or hear him with my pipes. He finally figured out to get into the oncoming lane so I could see him. I agreed the speed was a bit high and told him about why I was going so fast. He agreed it was going to be a hot day. We chatted for a bit, the usual questions about the Spyder yadda yadda.
Finally he said, "If you would have been going 75, I would have let you go with a warning, but not 85." I took my lumps and said "Have a nice day."
Two miles down the road was a town. Surprise!
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robmorg
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True Story...
This happened many years ago, when I was younger, and I was in a car driving in an unfamiliar part of my own home town. I turned and went down a hill, and realized half way down that it was one way - the OTHER way. I was too far down to back up the hill, so I just kept going. There was a town cop waiting for me at the next intersection. I turned left in front of him, since it was still one way, and I did not want to continue going the wrong way with a cop watching me. After I made the turn his flashing lights came on.
He asked if I knew why he stopped me. I answered, "Yes sir, I just drove down that hill going the wrong direction. I didn't realize it until I was half way down." He checked my paperwork and then asked, "What were you thinking?"
I somehow figured that my answer to that question would determine whether I got a ticket or not. Living in the town, I knew that there was a gorgeous blond, with big ......, who worked in City Hall, where the police station was. "I tried to look as embarrassed as I could and said, "Well Sir, I hate to admit this, but I was thinking about Linda Russelman." :dg2: He smiled, handed me back my papers and said, "Have a nice day but from now on try to keep your thoughts on the road."
The next time I saw Linda, I thanked her for helping me get out of a ticket, but I never explained the full story to her.
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This happened many years ago, when I was younger, and I was in a car driving in an unfamiliar part of my own home town. I turned and went down a hill, and realized half way down that it was one way - the OTHER way. I was too far down to back up the hill, so I just kept going. There was a town cop waiting for me at the next intersection. I turned left in front of him, since it was still one way, and I did not want to continue going the wrong way with a cop watching me. After I made the turn his flashing lights came on.
He asked if I knew why he stopped me. I answered, "Yes sir, I just drove down that hill going the wrong direction. I didn't realize it until I was half way down." He checked my paperwork and then asked, "What were you thinking?"
I somehow figured that my answer to that question would determine whether I got a ticket or not. Living in the town, I knew that there was a gorgeous blond, with big ......, who worked in City Hall, where the police station was. "I tried to look as embarrassed as I could and said, "Well Sir, I hate to admit this, but I was thinking about Linda Russelman." :dg2: He smiled, handed me back my papers and said, "Have a nice day but from now on try to keep your thoughts on the road."
The next time I saw Linda, I thanked her for helping me get out of a ticket, but I never explained the full story to her.
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