ironbuttdean
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Wow
Don't think mine tops that
Don't think mine tops that
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What is your favorite involment with the Police
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ARtraveler
R.I.P. Dwayne
My final ticket. June of 2001. On our return trip from buying a home in Alaska, we arrived at the Duluth MN airport shortly after midnight. Another 75 mile drive to Ashland WI and home. Highway 2 goes through several small towns along the way. Speed limit 55 and always slowing down to 25 as you go through the two block main street of the small town. I failed to slow down in Iron River and the lights went on from a patrol car waiting at a darkened gas station where the Sherriff Deputy was lying in wait. There was no traffic at 1:00 in the morning and we virtually had the road to ourselves.
He was nice, but it cost me about $175. I paid it, but have not been back since we moved from the state.
He was nice, but it cost me about $175. I paid it, but have not been back since we moved from the state.
jimclarkf1
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This is a GREAT THREAD
THANKS EVERYONE, laughed a lot
THANKS EVERYONE, laughed a lot
kawakii
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My story includes myself, a beagle, a Spyder, a wheelchair, and a female officer at a stop light holding a cup of Dunkin Donuts Coffee.
We were out for a ride in Hooksett NH in 2011 -Jake on his Harley, and myself on my Spyder RSS. Well on this day I have the rack on my Spyder to carry my wheelchair and the Kuryakyn Pet Palace on my passenger seat (to carry my puppies when we take them). I realize is quite the site sometimes as we often get pointed at, or pictures taken of us. Well on this day we pulled up to a stoplight on a two lane road next to a female police officer who obviously had never seen a Spyder, a wheelchair, or a dog being driven by a 5 ft tall girl before - she was holding a small Dunkin Donuts coffee and looking down at her computer screen when we pulled up ... Only too be startled when Cooper barked at her resulting in her looking up from her computers and dropping her coffee in her lap. Just as she did this the light turned green and we drove off ... I can only imagine the conversation she had when she got back to the station or home that night with her family -- about the girl on the weird motorcycle, with a wheelchair hanging off the back, and the beagle barking at her from the passenger seat. We see her now from time to time while out on the bikes and just smile and wave.
I always laugh to myself and think she must be too embarrassed to pull us over after that day in 2011.
My second story is from when our first spyder was totaled. Two cops are on scene of accident, ambulance, and tow truck. Jake and the passenger he had on the bike - are getting looked at and when I arrived on scene and Jake came to talk to me ( just down street from our house - I rolled down to accident in wheelchair) the cops came up to Jake and asked " do you need a motorcycle license to ride that ?" Jake says "yes" then cop proceed to ask " do you have one ?" Jake says "I do, and if I didn't I sure wouldn't have said yes I need a motorcycle license to drive one". Everyone laughed and cop went back over to other cop and informed him that it did need a mototrcycle license, lol. This was is April 2011 so cops in our small town didn't know what the bike even was.
We were out for a ride in Hooksett NH in 2011 -Jake on his Harley, and myself on my Spyder RSS. Well on this day I have the rack on my Spyder to carry my wheelchair and the Kuryakyn Pet Palace on my passenger seat (to carry my puppies when we take them). I realize is quite the site sometimes as we often get pointed at, or pictures taken of us. Well on this day we pulled up to a stoplight on a two lane road next to a female police officer who obviously had never seen a Spyder, a wheelchair, or a dog being driven by a 5 ft tall girl before - she was holding a small Dunkin Donuts coffee and looking down at her computer screen when we pulled up ... Only too be startled when Cooper barked at her resulting in her looking up from her computers and dropping her coffee in her lap. Just as she did this the light turned green and we drove off ... I can only imagine the conversation she had when she got back to the station or home that night with her family -- about the girl on the weird motorcycle, with a wheelchair hanging off the back, and the beagle barking at her from the passenger seat. We see her now from time to time while out on the bikes and just smile and wave.
I always laugh to myself and think she must be too embarrassed to pull us over after that day in 2011.
My second story is from when our first spyder was totaled. Two cops are on scene of accident, ambulance, and tow truck. Jake and the passenger he had on the bike - are getting looked at and when I arrived on scene and Jake came to talk to me ( just down street from our house - I rolled down to accident in wheelchair) the cops came up to Jake and asked " do you need a motorcycle license to ride that ?" Jake says "yes" then cop proceed to ask " do you have one ?" Jake says "I do, and if I didn't I sure wouldn't have said yes I need a motorcycle license to drive one". Everyone laughed and cop went back over to other cop and informed him that it did need a mototrcycle license, lol. This was is April 2011 so cops in our small town didn't know what the bike even was.
MouthPiece
Banged Up Member
When I cross-examine them in court. <smiles>
Chris
Chris
Bob Denman
New member
Chris,
We KNOW that you can fill in SOME of the blanks...
:roflblack:
We KNOW that you can fill in SOME of the blanks...
:roflblack:
SPECTACUALR SPIDERMAN
New member
about 20 years ago i was pulled over at night, it was late(after 10pm) and i forgot my wallet at work. I made a right turn without signalling. the officer pulled me over and asked for my license and reggie, i told him i didn't have my license on me so i gave him the registration and insurance which was clean, he then asked me my dob. Of course i gave it to him then a few minutes later he asked me to step out of the car. I did and he told me i lied about who i am. He had intermixed my name with my dad's whose name was on the reggie, he then asks if he can search the car and of course i said yes, i also told him don't pull the ashtray out all the way it will fall out so of course he ignored me & my change was all over the floor. So in his infinite wisdom he decides to arrest me. Well here comes the part where he proves he is scary to be licensed to carry a gun.
He locked his keys in his car and had to call in for another officer to come by and unlock it. He put cuffs on me and brought me in, when we got out of the car i handed him his hand cuffs, when he put me in lock up he did not know how to write up the tickets and had to ask another officer. He also did not know how to spell so i and another office had to tell him on stuff. I had someone pick up my license and bring it in. When i was released i will never forget i asked him if i lied about anything that night, he said no and then handed me a stack of tickets.
That is the dumbest cop i have ever ever met.
The worst one i ever met was one who used the butt of his gun to break my tail light but didn't know only 12 hours earlier i had a state inspection done. He also challenged me to fight him when he was off duty. Of course i pressed charges and he was very very much investigated, all the tickets he issued were squashed and he had this little incident on his record. Oh i forgot to mention he was a bicycle cop in east brooklyn and the 2 other officers that were with him were backing away when he didn't listen to them to back down.
A lot of my friends are police officers so i do show respect when pulled over but i never respect the stupid who are paid with my tax dollars!!
He locked his keys in his car and had to call in for another officer to come by and unlock it. He put cuffs on me and brought me in, when we got out of the car i handed him his hand cuffs, when he put me in lock up he did not know how to write up the tickets and had to ask another officer. He also did not know how to spell so i and another office had to tell him on stuff. I had someone pick up my license and bring it in. When i was released i will never forget i asked him if i lied about anything that night, he said no and then handed me a stack of tickets.
That is the dumbest cop i have ever ever met.
The worst one i ever met was one who used the butt of his gun to break my tail light but didn't know only 12 hours earlier i had a state inspection done. He also challenged me to fight him when he was off duty. Of course i pressed charges and he was very very much investigated, all the tickets he issued were squashed and he had this little incident on his record. Oh i forgot to mention he was a bicycle cop in east brooklyn and the 2 other officers that were with him were backing away when he didn't listen to them to back down.
A lot of my friends are police officers so i do show respect when pulled over but i never respect the stupid who are paid with my tax dollars!!
lwrydr
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Harley on a trailer
I am on a motorcycle drill team and we do parades and shows. This day I had my Harley shovelhead on a trailer and was speeding along at about 60 miles an hour in a 50 miles per hour zone. I passed a state police that was sitting on the side of the road and he pulled out in back of me and turned on his lights. I pulled over and stopped, he walked up to by truck and ask if I knew how fast I was going. I said around 60 and he ask if I new the speed limit. I said it was 50 so he ask why I was speeding. I then told him and these are my exact words "I f&*%)# up and was not paying attention". He said, ok slow down and lets go look at your bike.
I am on a motorcycle drill team and we do parades and shows. This day I had my Harley shovelhead on a trailer and was speeding along at about 60 miles an hour in a 50 miles per hour zone. I passed a state police that was sitting on the side of the road and he pulled out in back of me and turned on his lights. I pulled over and stopped, he walked up to by truck and ask if I knew how fast I was going. I said around 60 and he ask if I new the speed limit. I said it was 50 so he ask why I was speeding. I then told him and these are my exact words "I f&*%)# up and was not paying attention". He said, ok slow down and lets go look at your bike.
redflasher
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I wore the badge for 25 years and agree with your post. The first 60 seconds of the traffic stop usually dictated how the stop was going to be handled. Be civil and listen to what I say. You might just go on your way. Start swearing at me or making threats and I guarantee the least that would have happened would be a citation. And the most would be a trip to the pokey.
And I don't appreciate the Rodney King remark in an earlier post. Since that incident, Mr. King has demonstrated what a fine upstanding citizen he is over and over.
bruiser
New member
When I was a teenager. I was walking to the fire house where I was a volunteer. Stopped at a local grocery store and got an ice cold home made birch beer in a brown bottle. Walking down the sidewalk, county cop pulls up and demands an ID. I give him my DL. He tells me to get in the car. I get in the back seat and he's on the radio calling in my DL number. I'm taking a swig from the bottle and he yells at me to stop. DL comes back clean. He tells me to give him the bottle. I do. He smells it, pauses and smells again. Looks at me, hands me the bottle, tells me to get out. I do, he drives off, squealing tires as he goes. By the way, I was walking because I was grounded from driving.
A few years ago on the way to work. I'm in my company truck on my way to my first job. Driving down a city street at 0700. 35 mph speed limit, drops to 25 in school zone. I don't normally drive this route. Get through the school zone and see the blues in my mirror. Pull in to a parking lot, shut engine off, dome light on, roll down window, hands out window. Cop comes up side of van as I watch him in the mirror. He says, "you must have a gun in there". I tell him no. Can't carry while on the job. Give him my DL and registration, which I already had out. He said, "do you know how fast you were going". Yes, 45. He said, "it's 25 in the school zone". I said I thought that was after 0730. He said "no, this one starts at 7." I said , well, guess you got me anyway, doing 45 in a 35 and 45 in a 25 school zone. He runs the info, comes back and said "look, slow down. I had to pull you over. If I didn't someone would complain. By the way, thanks for making all the right moves. Makes me feel safe". I thank him for not giving me a ticket. Saw this same cop a few weeks later at the Veterans Day Parade. He's all over our Spyders. I tell him to sit on mine if he wants. He's all smiles, gets his picture taken. I ask if he has a motorcycle endorsement. He says no, not yet. I told him to let me know when he does and he can drive it. His boss, the chief of police, is a friend of ours who attends the base chapel.
A few years ago on the way to work. I'm in my company truck on my way to my first job. Driving down a city street at 0700. 35 mph speed limit, drops to 25 in school zone. I don't normally drive this route. Get through the school zone and see the blues in my mirror. Pull in to a parking lot, shut engine off, dome light on, roll down window, hands out window. Cop comes up side of van as I watch him in the mirror. He says, "you must have a gun in there". I tell him no. Can't carry while on the job. Give him my DL and registration, which I already had out. He said, "do you know how fast you were going". Yes, 45. He said, "it's 25 in the school zone". I said I thought that was after 0730. He said "no, this one starts at 7." I said , well, guess you got me anyway, doing 45 in a 35 and 45 in a 25 school zone. He runs the info, comes back and said "look, slow down. I had to pull you over. If I didn't someone would complain. By the way, thanks for making all the right moves. Makes me feel safe". I thank him for not giving me a ticket. Saw this same cop a few weeks later at the Veterans Day Parade. He's all over our Spyders. I tell him to sit on mine if he wants. He's all smiles, gets his picture taken. I ask if he has a motorcycle endorsement. He says no, not yet. I told him to let me know when he does and he can drive it. His boss, the chief of police, is a friend of ours who attends the base chapel.
Bob Denman
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I'll bet that he genuinely appreciated the offer... :clap: :thumbup:
Oldmanzues
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One from the other side. 1958 Eglin AFB, FLA. A one stripe, brand new Air policeman. Armed robbery in Ft Walton Beach, shot fired, some in rear of 58 Chev (just out). Dawn and I come up behind a 58 chev with dark spots on trunk lid. Turn on the bubble gum machine (Single red rotating light), call on the radio foir help. Car pulls over , but nobody get out when told to over PA. Person in vehicle appreas to slide further down in seat. I become a distant observer with all the Air Cops. local and state guys by now. Same demand, no responce. All vehicle heaadlights shinning toward car. Red light on.
Just for information, in those days, few airman were a two car family. Most had one car and wife took husband to work, if she needed to go to the store. Most wivies were a stay at home type.
The wheels were getting excited and then siad, over the PA, get out or we will start shooting. It was light enough to see clear by now. The car door opened slowly and a youg lady eases out in a very pretty baby doll nighty and stands there. Lights start getting shut off. When asked why she had not got out when I sarted the stop. she said, she did she did not want to get embarrassed. She was to take her husband to work and it was dark and nobody would notice if she did not put anything else on. she almost made it off base.
Later on, her and her husband would drop cookies and stuff off at the gates, because as they put it. She wanted us to know who she was. I will say, her and that car were the best known on base at the time.
Sometimes, being a cop make life interesting
Oldmanzues
Just for information, in those days, few airman were a two car family. Most had one car and wife took husband to work, if she needed to go to the store. Most wivies were a stay at home type.
The wheels were getting excited and then siad, over the PA, get out or we will start shooting. It was light enough to see clear by now. The car door opened slowly and a youg lady eases out in a very pretty baby doll nighty and stands there. Lights start getting shut off. When asked why she had not got out when I sarted the stop. she said, she did she did not want to get embarrassed. She was to take her husband to work and it was dark and nobody would notice if she did not put anything else on. she almost made it off base.
Later on, her and her husband would drop cookies and stuff off at the gates, because as they put it. She wanted us to know who she was. I will say, her and that car were the best known on base at the time.
Sometimes, being a cop make life interesting
Oldmanzues
Pennyrick
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Valdosta jail and judge
Glad this thread got resurrected.
Back in the mid-80's my friend and I left Ohio heading for Daytona and bike week. It was pretty cold in February on the way down but by the time we reached mid-Georgia it had warmed up a bit. I was on my '82 Honda Aspencade that had a few farkles on it and my buddy was riding his Harley FXE Superglide.
Just around dusk we were passed by a group of Harley riders going just a bit faster than we were so we tagged on behind them and bumped the speed up several notches. Just north of Valdosta on I-75 we ran into a Lowndes County radar set up and everyone got through it but they waved me over.
I had a lot of goodies on the Honda and had mounted some small blue baby lights on the rear light bar.
"Those are illegal in this state", said the officer as I straddled the bike.
The next command was ..."get off that bike and stand by my car."
I did as I was told but watched the 18 wheelers going by rocking my Aspencade on its side stand.
As politely as I could I told the officer I was concerned about the bike going over and asked if I could put it on the center stand for protection.
"Stay where I told you!", was the response.
Then a particularly big back wash came from one of the trucks and over went my bike, crashing down into the gully on the fairing.
I got very upset and used some language suggesting the officer's mother and father weren't related. In about ten seconds I was on the ground with both hands cuffed behind my back and under arrest.
After a few hours in the Valdosta jail, I came in front of an unhappy Justice of the Peace and was quickly told the amount of money it would take to continue on my way, along with a warning to come back next month for my date in court if I wished to dispute the officer's version of events. The fine plus the towing and storage charges for the Aspencade completely wiped out my finances so my buddy had to lend me money to continue on to Daytona.
A guy at the towing compound gave me a roll of duct tape to make my bike rideable but I had to use the whole roll to get the fairing supported enough to ride.
I never did remove those blue lights.
Glad this thread got resurrected.
Back in the mid-80's my friend and I left Ohio heading for Daytona and bike week. It was pretty cold in February on the way down but by the time we reached mid-Georgia it had warmed up a bit. I was on my '82 Honda Aspencade that had a few farkles on it and my buddy was riding his Harley FXE Superglide.
Just around dusk we were passed by a group of Harley riders going just a bit faster than we were so we tagged on behind them and bumped the speed up several notches. Just north of Valdosta on I-75 we ran into a Lowndes County radar set up and everyone got through it but they waved me over.
I had a lot of goodies on the Honda and had mounted some small blue baby lights on the rear light bar.
"Those are illegal in this state", said the officer as I straddled the bike.
The next command was ..."get off that bike and stand by my car."
I did as I was told but watched the 18 wheelers going by rocking my Aspencade on its side stand.
As politely as I could I told the officer I was concerned about the bike going over and asked if I could put it on the center stand for protection.
"Stay where I told you!", was the response.
Then a particularly big back wash came from one of the trucks and over went my bike, crashing down into the gully on the fairing.
I got very upset and used some language suggesting the officer's mother and father weren't related. In about ten seconds I was on the ground with both hands cuffed behind my back and under arrest.
After a few hours in the Valdosta jail, I came in front of an unhappy Justice of the Peace and was quickly told the amount of money it would take to continue on my way, along with a warning to come back next month for my date in court if I wished to dispute the officer's version of events. The fine plus the towing and storage charges for the Aspencade completely wiped out my finances so my buddy had to lend me money to continue on to Daytona.
A guy at the towing compound gave me a roll of duct tape to make my bike rideable but I had to use the whole roll to get the fairing supported enough to ride.
I never did remove those blue lights.
mtdoragary
New member
Hard to select on this one. Most have come in cars, like driving my 62 Chevy II with the straight axle and 425 hp big block Chevy, complete with fenderwell headers, down the highway circa 1968, and getting pulled over by the Michigan State police. Never even offered an excuse except "We just want to look at your gasser. Hope you don't mind"
Best one on a bike was when I first got my Honda CB92R Super Sport Racer. First Honda over-the-counter race bike. I tried to ride it on the street by sticking tomato soup cans over the megaphones, and punching holes in them. Still loud with the rudimentary baffles. Going down the street when a cop pulls in behind me. I coasted as far as I could, but got stopped at a traffic light, with him stopped right behind. Trying very hard to keep the rpm and noise down, I pulled away from the light, only to suddenly hear a loud BOOM, followed by a rumble. I had blown off one of the soup cans. Needless to say, I got pulled over. Cop takes me back to his car, and points to the headlight that broke when my soup can hit it. The ensuing ticket was inevitable.
-Scotty
had that happen in 1970 in my Porsche 914, more than once!
ironbuttdean
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Salinas
Although I can’t top some of these, here is my most memorable.
February 1982, I was making decent time down CA1 in Salinas. I was riding my R65 BMW with a Rabid Transit fairing.
Looked in the mirror for a traffic check as I pulled into the left land to pass a Greyhound bus and noticed a CHP closing fast with the old single spot lamp red light aglow. Being the law abiding type I signaled and took the next exit which happened to have a gas station at the end of the ramp.
Got stopped and had my helmet off and laying on top of the tank by the time CHP got of his car at a hard trot with pen and ticket book already in hand. His first question, “Do you have a drivers’ license?” which I somehow found a little humorous in light of my rate of speed.
My reply, “Of course I do. You don’t think I would be riding like that without one do you?” He literally dropped his pen and had to pick it up. He then gives me a quizzical look and says, “What did you say?” and I repeated myself.
At this point he calms down a bit and asks the usual do you know how fast you were going. Truthfully, I didn’t know, but, was pretty sure I would be spending the evening in beautiful Salinas. My response, “No sir, I didn’t have time to look. But, I was being safe doing my head and mirror checks before passing anybody.”
He mentioned that it sure looks fast for a BMW. Ever the daring one, I mentioned I guess I just proved that point.
At this point, he finally asked for my registration and I ask permission to dismount and get it from under the seat. As I was doing so, he noticed the base sticker on the bike and asked what I did in the navy.
You won’t believe it. We had been on the same submarine for a spec op several years earlier. I was a forward spook type and he was a reactor operator. Since we had worked opposite shifts, we never met during the three month deployment.
End of the conversation was that I was getting a ticket. I responded, “That’s fine, you got me fair and square. Not the first one I ever deserved and only the second I have ever received.”
He wrote me for ten over at sixty-five after having told me he clocked me at ninety-seven in a fifty-five.
And that was my last ticket.
Although I can’t top some of these, here is my most memorable.
February 1982, I was making decent time down CA1 in Salinas. I was riding my R65 BMW with a Rabid Transit fairing.
Looked in the mirror for a traffic check as I pulled into the left land to pass a Greyhound bus and noticed a CHP closing fast with the old single spot lamp red light aglow. Being the law abiding type I signaled and took the next exit which happened to have a gas station at the end of the ramp.
Got stopped and had my helmet off and laying on top of the tank by the time CHP got of his car at a hard trot with pen and ticket book already in hand. His first question, “Do you have a drivers’ license?” which I somehow found a little humorous in light of my rate of speed.
My reply, “Of course I do. You don’t think I would be riding like that without one do you?” He literally dropped his pen and had to pick it up. He then gives me a quizzical look and says, “What did you say?” and I repeated myself.
At this point he calms down a bit and asks the usual do you know how fast you were going. Truthfully, I didn’t know, but, was pretty sure I would be spending the evening in beautiful Salinas. My response, “No sir, I didn’t have time to look. But, I was being safe doing my head and mirror checks before passing anybody.”
He mentioned that it sure looks fast for a BMW. Ever the daring one, I mentioned I guess I just proved that point.
At this point, he finally asked for my registration and I ask permission to dismount and get it from under the seat. As I was doing so, he noticed the base sticker on the bike and asked what I did in the navy.
You won’t believe it. We had been on the same submarine for a spec op several years earlier. I was a forward spook type and he was a reactor operator. Since we had worked opposite shifts, we never met during the three month deployment.
End of the conversation was that I was getting a ticket. I responded, “That’s fine, you got me fair and square. Not the first one I ever deserved and only the second I have ever received.”
He wrote me for ten over at sixty-five after having told me he clocked me at ninety-seven in a fifty-five.
And that was my last ticket.
PW2013STL
Active member
Mine was in 1998 and in was in early March. Ice had been off the road for a few days so I decided to ride my 600 cc Yamaha to work that day. My job was 50 miles from home and I started at 6:00 AM so I was on the road by 5:00 AM all bundled up for the cold. As I was navigating an S curve I passed a car going the opposite direction, but I paid no attention to it.
Soon headlights appeared in my mirrors. As the car got closer I increased my speed to keep a proper distance from it, but it got closer so I again increased my speed. Again the car got closer so I increased my speed and at this point he turned on his lights.
I pulled over thinking ticket time as I know I was speeding.
The young LEO came up to me and said." I am not going to give you a ticket I just want to know how fast you were going when you passed me in the curve.
Now I know I was going the speed limit when I was in the curve as I looked just before I entered it and just after I exited it, but I am thinking if I tell him that he will give me a ticket for thinking I was lying to him. I told him that I did not know. He must of thought that I was saying that to avoid a ticket for speeding so again he tells me that he will not give me a ticket he just wants to know. I tell him sorry officer, but I was looking down the road and did not look at the speedometer.
He was true to his word and did not give me a ticket. I think I startled him in the curve and he thought that I was going faster then I was.
Soon headlights appeared in my mirrors. As the car got closer I increased my speed to keep a proper distance from it, but it got closer so I again increased my speed. Again the car got closer so I increased my speed and at this point he turned on his lights.
I pulled over thinking ticket time as I know I was speeding.
The young LEO came up to me and said." I am not going to give you a ticket I just want to know how fast you were going when you passed me in the curve.
Now I know I was going the speed limit when I was in the curve as I looked just before I entered it and just after I exited it, but I am thinking if I tell him that he will give me a ticket for thinking I was lying to him. I told him that I did not know. He must of thought that I was saying that to avoid a ticket for speeding so again he tells me that he will not give me a ticket he just wants to know. I tell him sorry officer, but I was looking down the road and did not look at the speedometer.
He was true to his word and did not give me a ticket. I think I startled him in the curve and he thought that I was going faster then I was.
ThreeWheels
Active member
My favorite involvement with the police is.......................
No involvement at all ?
No involvement at all ?
Cruzr Joe
New member
Other side of the track ..................................
3:00 AM in the morning i am sitting in my squad car backed into a driveway all blacked out, .............. i see this really big man walking down the street, now i figure he is about 6'8" and probably close to 400 Lbs, this is a small city and i don't recognize him, he walks into a driveway and looks all around before he opens a car door and turn out the interior lights, i know he don't live at this house, so while he is busy in the car i walk up behind him with my shotgun and rack a round into the chamber (sweet sound) and order him out of the car and onto the ground with his hands in plain sight, he complies. he was a repo man and trying to repo this car, he had all his paperwork so i told him we were both lucky that night and he replied how so? I explained that if he had decided to come at me i would have had no other option but to shoot him with that shotgun because i would not have stood a chance in a fair fight, he understood and proceeded to repo the car without anyone in the neighbor hood any wiser. I explained to him that the next time he better notify the PD before roaming the streets at night.
Cruzr Joe
3:00 AM in the morning i am sitting in my squad car backed into a driveway all blacked out, .............. i see this really big man walking down the street, now i figure he is about 6'8" and probably close to 400 Lbs, this is a small city and i don't recognize him, he walks into a driveway and looks all around before he opens a car door and turn out the interior lights, i know he don't live at this house, so while he is busy in the car i walk up behind him with my shotgun and rack a round into the chamber (sweet sound) and order him out of the car and onto the ground with his hands in plain sight, he complies. he was a repo man and trying to repo this car, he had all his paperwork so i told him we were both lucky that night and he replied how so? I explained that if he had decided to come at me i would have had no other option but to shoot him with that shotgun because i would not have stood a chance in a fair fight, he understood and proceeded to repo the car without anyone in the neighbor hood any wiser. I explained to him that the next time he better notify the PD before roaming the streets at night.
Cruzr Joe
soreknuckles
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In 1998 the police stopped me in Fairborn, Ohio. I was riding a blue goldwing at the time. As he fiddled around running my plate, I asked him why he stopped me. He said there had been reports of someone on a red motorcycle speeding around some neighborhoods. Since I could think of no response to this that wouldn't escalate the situation, I just said "oh" and waited for him to let me go....which he did.....
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