Best police encounter??

About 10 years ago I was having troubles with the transmission on my 67 Toronado upshifting too quickly and causing the car to bog down. Now these cars are geared for the hiway and are doggy enough as is without have to deal with early upshifts ( imagine starting your GS off in 3rd gear and you get the idea ) Well after trial and error I got the trans to shift pretty decent and was taking it back to the garage when I decided to give it one last "test". I turned left on a pretty much deserted 4 lane and jammed the gas pedal to the floor and held it there. The trans shifted beautifuly and after upshifting into drive at 65, I foolishly kept the pedal all the way down. At about 85-90 I was coming up to a small hill in the road when lol and behold a local police car came over the rise. We both saw each other at the same time and I Knew I was busted. I pulled over and by the time the cop came up to me, I had the engine off, window rolled down and My license, insurance and restistration all in hand. After the obvious question " Sorry officer, I just fixed the car and got carried away " the cop walked to his car and after about one minute ( seemed like an hour ) the cop came back up to me, handed me my license ect. and said " Today is your lucky day, I just got an emergency call and I don't have time to write you a ticket, so slow down." With that he was gone in a flash and I sitting there in disbelief. Needless to say I slowly went back to the garage and got the daily driver out and went and bought a lottery ticket. Kevin

 

man i got one for ya's

I've just been drinking a few beers (me and a buddy of mine) then he is setting up this meet with a girl, i never seen her before, but my friend knows her, i said "okay, but wait a second i don't have insurance on my truck, we can't go meet her", well needless to say he talked me into it (what a nice friend huh), we were set up to meet at place relitlivly close to my house, well we get there and wait alittle, and here she comes, my friend gets out of my truck and talks to her, trying to get a good look at her but can't see her that well (its night time) so he jumps back in, so on to my house, we pull up to a camaro z-28 96' or so, the lights red, he's in the right turning lane and im in the left turning lane, as you cannot go straight, i throw a rev, because my truck seemed as it was going to shut off, not really intising this camaro, but he then throws a rev, okay im alittle buzzed up, and now feeling cocky, my truck is stick, i bring up the r's and let the clutch fly and get on the brake quick, now im getting the smoke rollin (power brakin') for about 10-15 seconds hoping the light turns green, but i let out of the brake, start rollin foward, light still red, quick jump on the clutch and brake, still at the light, my buddy say's to the people in the camaro "now its your turn", i looked back, those people were in wonder, while the smoke was rollin in there car through the t-tops, they took off slowly and i took off slowly, then about a half mile down, i see the red and blue lights making its way through traffic, i pull over (I'm $hitting bricks) I'm on probation, man i really screwed up, officer comes up and says, " was there any reason for that", i say "no sir", officer, "license and registration please", "umm i don't have my registration on me officer, i left it on my computer desk" he takes my license, ($hittin' bricks again) comes back, says "does this truck have line-lock, "no sir" have you been drinking tonight" i say, "no sir" he says, "do you know how much trouble that little incident could cause you" i say, "sir, I'm sure it's more than i can handle" he says, "your lucky your driving a chevy, get outa' here"

phew, that was a close one, oh as for the girl, she wasn't my taste anyway, and since then i never drove with any alcohol in me, that was the first, and was my last, that was way to close

 

I cant ever get a race with a cop I try and try but people always think im gonna pull them over and ticket them when were done, OH YA did i mention
I'm the cop :3gears: and as much as ive tried to race people they never do even if i SWEAR i wont write them LOL and i NEVER would!

 

I had just turned 16 was an avid motorcycler and had just got my drivers permit. Not wanting to waste anytime I squeezed in my rider test so that when I got my license they could just print it with my endorsement. So I arranged to borrow my buddies 380 Suzuki. Anybody remember those? Anyway I scheduled my test and borrowed the bike. I had to go about 20 miles to take my test which was mostly over some nice lightly traveled highway. Half way there on a tight schedule I remembered that I forgot my neccessary paperwork. ou: I turned around went home and got it and then headed back. Naturally it was hammer down time. :3gears: Well at that time the plastic shields that you snapped onto an open face helmets sucked. The mirrors on that thing buzzed so bad you did'nt even bother to check them unless you were in town or slowing down.

Naturally before I get to town I run out of gas. As I am slowing down I check my mirrors yea you guessed it flashing lights. :spank: The cop walks up and asks why did it take you so long to stop? Umm well I did not see you in my mirrors. I need to see your license. Sheepish grin will a permit do? Oh thats a fine way to start out he says. Whats your big hurry son? Well.. (eee I hate to tell him) I am late to take my riders test. He did not seem to find any humor in all of this and he writes me a ticket for 86 in a 55 and radios the the cop giving the test that I am going to be late. I'm thinking great I am sure I'm going to pass that test now. So he hands me the ticket and says you are free to go. I said not exactly.. I just ran out of gas. He still finds no humor in all of this. He gets a can out of his trunk then lifts his hood where he has some kind of fuel line which he uses to put gas in the can. To this day I have never seen anything like it. o No:

Pulling up to the testing area in the parking lot is 15 bikers and a State Highway Patrolman. They are all clapping & whistling anticipating my arrival. :shock: Surprisingly I did pass my test that day. :bglasses:

 

I've had my share of "conversations" with the law but one sticks out in my mind. :Brow:
In 1981 I was at a late night movie with my girlfriend. As we were leaving the movie I noticed a flash in the mall parking lot lights...The flash was from some of those old keystone rims on what looked to be the blue Hemi road runner everyone talked about that lived in the area. I fired up my GS and we headed over to that side of the parking lot in a hurry :Brow: . As I got closer I could tell it was a 68 or 69 road runner and it was blue with the keystones. It had to be the guy with the hemi. He turned out of the mall onto the main road and was hitting it pretty hard. I briefly stopped at the stop sign then nailed the gas to go pick a fight with the hemi. I was cranking along about 70 mph when I noticed a car gaining on me as fast as I was gaining on the hemi. Then on went his lights, it was cop. I pulled over and waited for him to come get me. He pulled up behind me and started shouting for me to put my hands up and get out of the car. As I got out of the car I noticed he had his gun drawn and was not in a good mood. I could barely see him through the 80 million candle power light that was in my eyes. He had me turn and put my hands on the roof of my car and had my girlfriend do the same. I was thinking wow, they don't like speeders in Aurora!!!! Well to shorten the story up a little they had just gotten a call that there had been a robbery at the Mall I was leaving and he saw me speeding away so he was making sure I wasn't the thief. I was so scared When he asked me what I was doing I told him " I was chasing that hemi so I could race him" ............He let me go without so much as a warning.

 

Long but wait for it!

One Sunday mornin!

Nassau County, Long Island. Wife says "Wake up you have to go to the store for me." I say, through a thick morning fog, "we are going shopping later let me sleep." She says "you DON'T understand you have to go RIGHT NOW!"

I get out of bed put on the sweats on the flor grab a t-shirt, deck shoes and out the door I go. First stop. Park the car. Get out. Walk to the door. Closed. Probably should have put my contacts in or glasses on.

Second stop. Open! Don't have the right kind!

Third stop. Jackpot!!!! open and they have the right kind.

Get back in the car. Make a right onto Jericho turnpike, red light! Quick right on red and a shortcut and I am home.

Missed the "NO TURN ON RED SIGN".

Just the lights were necessary, it was early and was squinting all over the place.

"License and Registration please" he asks.

I say "Officer are you married?"

He says "Yes sir"

I say, while explaining that I am reaching for a package "You will understand why I am in such a rush to get home"

I Held up the right kind.

He said "Slow down and be careful"

I saw him shaking his head on the way back to his car.

The moral of the story is to always carry a box of STAYFREE MAXI PADS WITH WINGS and hope you get a married male or female officer.

:Brow:


John

 

Do I have to limit it to one story? It's so hard to choose...

There was the night we finished putting the freshly built 455 in my flat black '69 Skylark (and I mean black from bumper to bumper)in my fathers garage, Well during the run in procedure we somehow didn't get the cooling system totally full and I think it must have produced some steam inside the engine because the temp gaugeshot past 280 and never came back down. I had to buy a new gauge.

So we pack everything up and hop in the car and head home to my house, We hop on the crosstown in the rain and my buddy says " what happens if you step on it?" so I ease down on the gas pedal and it just breezes past 90 and we come around a bend in the highway and guess what?

Yup, Minnesotas finest sitting on the shoulder behind a bridge, I dynamite the brakes and here comes the law, He storms up to my window and says " GET OUT " then he says " DO YOU KNOW HOW FAST YOU WERE GOING " I knew there was no point lying so I say " yeah I was doing about 90" he says " get in the back of my car, You're under arrest for careless driving".

I then proceed to beg and explain that the engine was brand new and overheating so I was just trying to get it home, I told him to look at the temp gauge and see, I also asked if he could smell the fresh paint burning off and if he noticed the tools and empty parts packages in the back seat.

So he gives me a careless driving ticket and sends me on my way and I showed up for court and got the careless reduced to speeding.

 

Sorry, can't stop there....

Another night in the same old flat black sleeper Buick I was leaving the same friends apartment in Chanhassen and he coincidentally was going to work at his third shift job.

Well his ride at the time was a '69 wildcat with a built 455 th 400 and 3.42 posi on L60-15's, So of course we had no choice but to play a little since we were going the same way.

We get side by side at a stoplight on hwy 5 and the light goes green and we both punch it.

He trys hard but even with both cars burning the tires off I pull out a comfortable lead and a couple miles down the road he exits.

The next thing I know here comes Barney Fife again and I am parked on the shoulder as he strolls up shining his flashlight in my mirror "GET OUT" he says.

"were you guys racing back there?" he asks. "No,sir" I say, " you were both spining your tires pretty well you know " as he shines the light back and forth over the old nasty black bomb, " I didn't think I was spinning mine" I say, " You were" he says, " what the hell is this thing " he asks.

I explain that it's an old Skylark that has been massaged a bit and he kind of smiles and says " don't ever let me catch you doing that again " I say " Yes Sir" and drive home.

I love that story. :Brow:

Below is the offending and some may say offensive car, Oh how I loved it!

 

My brother and I passed a IL trooper going the opposite direction with the speedos pegged. He was in a '62 T-Bird, and I was in my '66 hardtop. Fortunately we we on I-55 just a mile from Spfld, and kept our feet in it. We were out of sight before he got it turned around.

Other less interesting stories would have been inserted here...

I was living in Dallas back in '95-96 in a garage apartment on Beverly Drive(which I understand is quite the street to live on in the posh part of town.)
I had the Stage 1 at the curb, putting the carb back on it, when one of the Highland Park police pulled up. I thought, "Man, I'll bet it's illegal HERE to work on your car in public," and expected a lecture. The officer walked up to me and said, "Is this a real Stage 1?" We talked Buicks for 15 minutes before he had to take off.
About a month later, I was filling up at the corner of Lemmon and Mockingbird, when a police cruiser came screeching into the station, and stopped nose to nose with my car. I was sure there'd been a robbery, and my car fit the description or something. This female officer gets out quickly, as I stood up from the back and rather calmly asked me if it was a real Stage 1. That just killed me. It turns out that most of the H.P. cops live in Richardson and Plano, and like musclecars. Good bunch. Dan :beer

 

around 2 AM on a Saturday night summer 1987 Beach Haven NJ. Me and the dude (we were 19) I sold my 70 lark 4 door to are buzzed pretty nicely on beer and decide to go for a cruise in the "booblue" (the 4 door pictured below). Well it's getting a tad boring with all the girls home already so I told him to pull over. I jump up on the hood and sit down. I'm leaning back on the windsheild on the passenger side and holding onto the back of the hood where the hideaway wipers go with both hands. I say, "hit it" and he does. So we're zippin around the streets for 20 minutes like this yellin and hootin as he's nailin the gas, then the brake at the stop signs tryin to throw me off. It was positively as much fun as it was stupid and dangerous. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better a Beach Haven cop pulls us over right next to a bar called the Hudson House. I hop off the hood and stand there on the sidewalk thinkin my buddy is gettin a DWI for sure. The cop gets the paperwork from my buddy who now looks like he just saw a ghost and goes back to his car, never even talkin to me. Meanwhile a fight breaks out at the bar. As the saying goes, timing is everything. The cop gets out of his cruiser and gives my buddy the paperwork and a ticket and tells him how lucky he is and that he better not ever see a stunt like that again or he's goin to jail. He got a ticket that said, "Riding on parts not intended." We watched the cop tend to the fight as we drove off. We then went back to my place and celibrated our unbelieveble good fortunes with a few more beers.

 

wow

I hope my story is as good as the rest.

so me and a whole bunch of ricers were hanging out up north about 30 miles from home. I was in my GS so i parked it and went with a friend to watch him race a few other cars on a back street. well the first race went good he knocks down a win and lines up for the second car and when he went to take off he broke something in his tranny but he only had 3rd gear. so the drive home was gonna be fun. He was going about 20 down highway 287. Bieng a good friend i am following him home. when he talks me in to get side by side with him down the 2 lane highway. So i said what the heck it is not like i am speeding right. So about 20 min. in to this at midnight. We see a cop car up on the left so we speed up a little more. Then the cop pulled out behind us then the lights we both pull over. Then 1 minute after that 5 more come up headed the oppisite direction. They get me out of my car and at that time i count about 10 cop cars from 2 diffrent towns and one state. 3 cops proceed to ask normal questions, then i thought he was done ask them when he asked what i had done to the car i proceed to tell him and he was like what you need more power, then asked what was in my trunk said nothing. well it seems 5 people called us in and said we were about to race. well duh i would have if he did not break his car. So i ended up with a ticked for driving to slow. Ouch what a hurt to my pride still can not here the end of that from people

 

Alright, Alright, Check This Out...

In February of 1992, I was driving my 86ish Oldsmobile 98 down a narrow road with a huge ditch on either side. I was doing about 40 mph and a mean summer shower just strarted while we were eating a driving as we had just came from McDonalds. My brother said that he was going to throw all of our trash in the bag when I said (and this phrase is still used in our circle today) "Wait, there's fries in that bag..." meaning something unexpected and bad is going to happen.

Keep in mind that the next paragraph, though long-winded, took place in the span of about 15 seconds.

I had taken my eye off the road for just a second to reach into the bag for those wonderful fries when the passenger tires of my car slipped into the edge of the ditch. The metal was scraping the edge of the road and making a loud horrible sound as my car began to move further into the abyss while still maintaining a forward motion. Before the car could fall in, I saw two mailboxes fly off my hood and over the car (maybe I was going faster thatn 40). Now, there are cement driveways\bridges with drains that cross the ditch to residents on the other side. Before the whole car could fall in, I hit one of the driveways which sent my car into the air with two loud bams - one for the front and one for the back (this was damn scary - it felt like being in a roller coaster that just flew off of the tracks) - My Olds must have looked like the General Lee taking leap to outrun Hazzard's Finest because that horizon dissapeared and reappeared fast in the form of a ditch as I heard the engine rev being there was no pavement beneath me. I landed in the ditch which was now filled with rainwater. The car made a loud splash and sent mud and water all over the winshield (and I'm sure everywhere else). I though the ride was over but as my winshield wipers cleared the mess from the winshield, I saw that we were still moving and heading straigh for another driveway!!! I hit the brakes and accidentally, the gas (which wasn't doing any good considering all my wheels were in the mud and I was probably hydroplaning) and slammed into the concrete driveway, cracking a car-wide span while moving the broken section over about four inches from it's foundation. I just sat there, engine smoking and running (I had both pedals to the floor), food everywhere, and slop covering every piece of glass.


I let my foot off of the gas and the car stopped running. I could feel that we were on an angle so I climbed out of my side (hard to open the door) and saw the trail of destruction spanning a few hundred feet: scraped road, divots moving off the road, two mailboxes in the street, chunks of concrete from the first driveway sitting on the driveway, a huge splat of mud and debris where the car landed, more divots and destruction all the way to my car, a bent bumper and a cracked and displaced driveway.

The police on the scene didn't have to be crack detectives to piece together the visual clues leading up to the accident. Some cops were laughing as an nice lady elderly resident explained to me that since the road is narrow and heavily travled, they've been trying to get the parish to fill in that ditch for years and this happens all the time. I called my father (also a cop) who arrived on the scene shortly and got me out of any trouble. He also got a friend to get me out with a flatbed at no charge.

The car ran fine and I probably would have kept it for a long time had one thing not happened: My brother being lazy, did not want to open the driver side door so he tried to get out using the passenger side which was immersed in ditch water. Before the car was pulled out I came back and saw my car filled with mud and slop. My bother explained what he had done and I'll bet I called him something not nice, for certain. Soon afterwards, the car smelled some awful!!! I sold it as-is for $600. The last time I ever saw it, it had about 20 pine air fresheners hanging from the rear-view mirror with all four windows rolled down.

 

Here's Another One

Pleaes tell me if these stories aren't entertaining, I'll stop.

This one involves two friends, graduation night, a friend's mom's new car, and a concrete wall - You just know its gonna be good.

It was my brother's graduation night '94 and my two friends pulled up in a new Mitsubishi something. I asked my buddy if it was his, but he stated that his mom just bought it and was taking it out for a spin. He offered me a ride home (we all lived relatively close) so we proceded to trek. Before our neighborhood, the driver who shall be knows as H, did not slow down and passed our street. My other friend asked him what H was doing and he said "I want to see what this thing can do." He sped down the highway and drifted onto a side street, almost losing control. He proceded to make daring turns through rural streets in excess of 100 mph and finally turned down an rock road. It was dark and hard to see as we flew over a hill, landed on grass, spun out and almost slid into a lake. My other friend began to freak and get really mad at H telling him he was crazy, etc. H said that the was only playing and said he would behave. As we proceded back to the road, H was doing about 50 mph down the rock road. It was hard to see because of all the dust my friend had thrown up from his escapade. Out of nowhere, a wall appeared!!! H said repeated something along the lines of "oh poop" while turning the wheel and applying the brakes, but it was in vain as the laws of physics threw the car into the wall on a slight angle. I was in the back seat; the transmission was ripped from the console and almost fixed itself on my lap. I almost laughed as H tried to start the car (he's not mechanically inclined, but I knew this car was not going to move by itself) but nothing happed while turning the key. We were in the middele of nowhere and had to walk the railroad tracks home as it was quicker than the roads. H was poltting to move to Frezno, CA and he eventually purchased bus tickets!

We arrived at H's house first. My friend and I waited outside and we heard alot of screaming about where's my car, your'e joking, and that's your @$%.

I had to walk the rest of the way home myself. :rant:

Maybe later I'll tell the ballad of:

1. My friend who explained his Pathfinder could turn on a dime
2. A reason NOT to slow for a yellow light (in New Orleans no less)
3. Crazy Bob and the pine tree
4. How I caused an accident that sent a car into a house (I didn't know) and the guy who was blamed later became my friend and found out it was me that got him in trouble :beer

 

You've got us all waiting Byron!

 

More Stories Straight out da Parish

I - Pathfinder Turns on a Dime

This one is pretty short. A friend of mine loaded all of his friends in his moom's new Pathfinder and was driving as only a teenage show-off could, with speed. While turning onto a side street, someone said, "You better slow down, you're not going to make that turn." Which he replied "Don't worry, this thing turns on a dime." But as he swerved onto the street, the loaded Pathfinder did not turn on a dime and began to do a two-wheeler when the driver's side hit the curb, throwing the SUV into the air on a wild ride over the curbs on the neutral ground and planted shrubs. We coundn't go home because all of the rims and tires were destroyed - boy was his mom ticked!

II - New Orleans and Yellow Lights

I was driving in New Orleans in my '78 Marquis filled with five passengers. Behind me was my friend in a poopy '84 Mustang (even the floorboards were rusted out and covered with plywood) trailing me. We were doing about 40 MPH when I came eupon a yellow light. In New Orleans, this means to drop the pedal to the metal and outrun the light at any cost. Now, being I am a very by-the-book kind of driver, I slammed the brakes to not run the light when I heard: (downshifting) VROOOOOOM, SCREEEEEECH, and then, BAAAAAAM!!!! The collision sent three passengers from the back seat into the front seat while spinning me into the intersection sideways. I checked to see if everybody was ok and got out of the car to see what the heck happened. My friend had ran into me which also through all of his passengers around. I got out screaming saying something about his lack of driving skills, "How can you not see a 22 foor bright white car with tail lights over three feet wide?"

He explained that since we were in New Orleans he floored it thinking I would try to beat the light and then hit me from behind.

By some miracle, I only sustained a slightly bent bumper; he didn't have any visible damage - Thats Ferds for ya. We decided to git before abybody called the police.

III - Crazy Bob and the Pine Tree

There are levees and trails on the banks of the Mississippi river which make for great riding if you have a dirt bike or ATV. Crazy Bob thought that the same principles apply to Ford F-150s as well. Now, I'll admit, Bob had excellent control over his truck. He was doing stunts on the levee that impressed me (this guy could easily be a champion drifting driver) driving backwards at 45 degrees, 180's, 360's, 540's, 720's, jumping backwards, forwards, combos, without missing a beat - truly amaking skills which amazingly assured me we would not roll or crash. Well, Bob had by now wasted all his gas so he decided the show was over and we would go to his house. While driving back nice and calm, Bob's skills failed him as he slid off of the slope of the levee as we accelerated down the hill and dead into a lone pine tree. Image the odds of that - kind of like divine interventiaon saying "Not so good, are ya?" No tow truck would dare get his truck so far away from civilization, so his pop had to wench him out with his 4x4.

IV - How I Caused an Accident that Sent a Car Into a House

Before I can tell this story I need to insert a visual aid but when I hit "Insert Image", I get a script prompt... can anybody assist me with this?

 

Im coming home late sunday nite from New Jersy through Staten Island to get to Long Island.

.....I GOTTA PEE !!!

I pull off the side of 440 north walk around the the front pass. side of the car and take care of business - not one of these quick business meetings.....but a Looooong meaningful one where you start to ponder life, the universe and Everything. Just as Im reeling in I notice a car pull up behind me slowly. As I walk around the drivers side front, I see the Lightbar ontop of the roof uzzled: and hear

"HayUUUU - Ka-Meeer"

I walk over and politey say "Good Morning Officers !!"

"Were you just Pissin' ovah Dare ??"

"Well.....Yes I was. I couldn't hold it any longer......"

"Yous'No Dats in Violatin ordnince 45-23 Subsection 12 ??? YouBin Drinkin' ??"

"Nothing but Soda and apple juice.....Sir"

"Were's U Goin ??"

"Long Island"

"Why dintcha Piss Der ??"

"I wouldn't have made it....."

"Next time, Piss on Joisy !!! Day Like gettin Pissed on !!"

uzzled: Yes sir........ uzzled:

 

A close encounter

The scene: New England after a major snow storm. 4 foot banks on both sides of a very narrow road.

The car: F*rd Country Squire

The players: My Dad, the most law abiding, gentle driving all around nice guy was driving. Mom in the passenger seat, my brother and I in back. And, one brand new rookie policeman out with a well seasoned partner.

Dad pulled to the side to let the cop pass, the cruiser begins creeping by when gravity noticed that a Country Squire was sitting on a bank, on ice. Murphy wrote his law for this very situation. We slid down the bank sideways and broadsided the cruiser. Keerunch! Dad rolled down the window to hear the seasoned cop riding the rookie like Seabiscuit :eek2:

Nothing to do but force the cars by each other. I'm sure the rookie never lived it down. :laugh:

 

Encounter #2

A friend of mine is a small town cop. He says this happened to another officer, but I suspect that's not entirely true. The officer saw a pickup truck doing donuts in an empty parking lot. Our mystery officer turns in and hits the siren and lights. The truck takes off for the back of the lot where the high tension power lines run. There's a good dirtbike path that runs through there and the truck goes off roadin'. The officer gave chase and was doing well until the battery broke free and wiped out the electrical system. No lights, no siren and especially, no radio. It was a long, long walk back. An even longer time to explain where the cruizer was and how they were going to get it out.

Happy ending: The trucks license plate fell off when they went off road and it was found when they got the cruiser. Ooops. ou:

 

In the early 90's I used to go to Topeka, Ks. on Saturdays and do some late night acceleration tests with Mike G.(RACEBUICKS). One particular Sat. evening I was running late and cruised all over looking for the "group" when I passed a buddy in his 68 396 Chevelle going the other way. He immediately flipped a U-turn to catch up to me. I yelled out the window for him to take me to where everyone was at. He agreed then slowed and down shifted. That was our signal to play from a roll. He must have done some more mods to his "little" big block and wanted to rematch the Stage1. I slowed and matched speeds with him. Just and I mean just before we cut loose I see a cop coming at us and signal him. We both upshift and cruise nonchalantly. It didn't matter as mister police man whipped a U-ey and hit his lights. At this point I'm thinking what did I do wrong? Nothing was my conclusion. Almost only counts in hand grenades, horseshoes and thermonuclear devices.
We pull over and a stern looking cop asks if I'd step out of the vehicle. I comply and begin to wonder what is going on. I really wondered when a second cop pulled up and conversed with our officer and began scrutinizing my GS very carefully. This guy looked at my vanity plate(Staged) and started an interior inspection and stopped dead in his tracks. He calls me over and asks whats in the blue bottle. I tell him it's nitrous oxide and it's my advantage at the track. He proceeds to tell me how illegal it is and he could arrest me for having it in my car. WHAT, I'm thinking this guy is full of horse droppings. I tell him that NO ONE has ever said it was illegal to me and as far as I know it has a CARB EO number as well as a DOT legal sticker right on the bottle. As this is going on I hear a loud "aaahhhaa, what have we here?" from the other side of the car. It seemed my first officer had begun an outside visual inspection and found my M&H racemaster DOT stickies.
He looks at me and says, with an "I got you now." look on his face, those are race tires, they're not legal for the street. At this point I've come to the conclusion that these guys were just shaking me down looking for an excuse and I got mad. I looked him straight back in the eye and said, "Those are DOT approved mother F-er". He looks at me astonishedly and I said " My whole car is legal, lights, tires, plates, insurance all of it. You guys had no reason to pull me over other than you wanted to scare some "hot-rodder" into submission. I've done nothing wrong so I'd appreciate you guys giving me back my license and letting me go so I can meet my friends at the "restaurant" where we are gonna eat or I'm gonna call the city and file a suit for harrassment."
I thought the guy was gonna blow a gasket and my friend who lives in Topeka and knew what type of people the cops were was appoplectic with horror. Then comes the best part, the guy's expression suddenly shifted to calm, smiling friendliness. You know, that fake buddy, buddy look. He said to me " Technically I'm off duty but I saw you and your buddy in drag race formation( I almost started rolling laughing at that one.) and pulled you over to warn you so that's what I'm gonna do.
He still hadn't given me a reason for the near strip search of my car as he handed me my license. Then just to get in the last shot and make himself feel big he throws out this gem, " You know I could write you a ticket for that plate. It's too high off the ground. In Kansas it a little enforced law that your plate cannot be more than 12 inches off the ground. I couldn't believe what I was hearing since my tag was mounted to the stock bracket on the stock bumper and my car was lowered 2 inches from stock. But I then couldn't resist. "Well you might want to tell the city to relocate the tags on all their patrol cars since your is a good foot higher off the ground than mine."
Once again he steamed up then abruptly turned and got in his car and left. I still hadn't heard a good reason for the car search.

I think that story has become legend in my car circle as to what some "bad" cops will do to harrass people.

 

Byron, you can email me the pic and I'll post if for you if you want.

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