Best police encounter??

best cop story

I'd have to agree with Patrick the 409 story is my favorite.

My story is I was going 95 in a 65 MPH on I-90 west of Tomah, Wisconsin in my Peterbuilt at 80K lbs. I was carrying the tainted meat and cow udders from a slauterhouse to a dog food factory. It was summer so the smell of rotton meat and sour milk was a bit over powering if you were behind me. Anyway no one spoke of the state trooper in the median on the CB so I as soon as I cleared the trees I saw him and he hit the lights and I hit the Jake brake. He insisted I open the trailer because of the smell and I did my best to pursuade him he did not want to do that but he would not take no for an answer. I cut the seal and unlocked the doors and stepped way back telling him he would have to open them if he wanted to see what was inside, again pleading with him not to open them. Well he laughs and opens them and gets hit with a 50# ball of snot from the load right in the belly and it rolls down his legs and settles on his shoes, oh does it stink. He is laughing so hard now tears are coming from his eyes and he asks if my log book is current, whereby I say "well I'm only three hours over". I figure the cuffs are coming out and around $400.00+ in fines but through the tears he says lock it up, signs the new seal on the maifest and tells me to hit the rest area ahead and get some sleep until he goes and changes and comes back to me. Two hours later he comes back wakes me up and tells me I better finish my off duty hours here and leaves. NO TICKETS. He is now on my Christmas list!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mikey

 

79 Lesabre junker

I and a carful of buddies were just out tooling the countryside at about 11pm on a hot summer night on rural county roads, we came over a hill and saw this cop who had pulled someone over. I quick let off the gas (as this beater was a tad loud) the cop runs back to his car and begins to pull out, I was thinking "man if I could only pull off in some trail and kill the lights" because we had been over the next hill a while by this time. (Ever think that?)Needless to say he pulled me over. Why would he choose to do that? I wonder if it could have been the lack of exhaust system that got his attention, or was it the flat black paint with white skulls on the doors and hood....or the word PUNISHER lettered on the windshield....or the "deer guard" we had arc welded onto the front bumper from scrap iron. On second thought it might have only been the stick pokingout of the tailight ( We didn't know about that one until he pulled it out and showed it to us.)
Maybe it was all of the above.
After asking me how old I was (16) and why I was driving this "thing" I said "its my first car, I got it for $100". He fires back with "I wouldn't take this car if someone paid me $100 to take it."
I'm surprised we didn't hear about the smell of gasoline, (cause the tank leaked when you took hard corners).
Anyway he let me off with a warning and said to go straight home.
Sweet deal! Gotta love when that happens with a carfull of buddies scared to death!

 

70 lark unseen burnout

How about the cop giving me a ticket for having no hood!
Believe it or not the cop was coming down the road from abot a mile I figure,(we didn't know it) when my girlfriend snapped a pic of me crossing the county highway testing out the posi capabilities of my recently aquired parts car. I stopped about 10 feet from the 2 black stripes I just laid so my girlfriend (now wife) could get back in. Up rolls the squad, no need for lights I was sittin still. He actually said nothing about the burnout I thought it was rediculously lucky, he was concerned with who's vehicle it was, where I was going, and why. He seemed confused by the fact the car had no front fenders, hood, radiator suppt or radiator! I ran it the half mile to home from the storage shed down the road without a radiator (just looped the hoses) he seemed puzzled at that but only ticketed me for the no hood! The car was still titled to the guy I bought it from in a neighoring state, not insured, and the old tabs had expired maybe 10 yrs ago. LUCKY DUCK I GUESS!
See the pic she took attached!

 

My first hot rod, in the mid 90s. 73 nova, small block 400 hp, shift kit, 373 posi, line lock, it was fast and a cop magnet( I got in a lot of crap with this one) I raced a guy in his pick up, bigblock, big talker, and I saw him the next day at a 7-11. I pulled up behind him, put the line lock on and lit em up up to 3 gear, he didnt know what was niose was till he looked in the rear view and watched me smoke out. The wind blew the smoke straight back across the main drag in town, traffic actully slowed down to a crawl for the either the smoke or the show. My friend that was almost freaking out started to when he said copscopscops! I let the lock offand peeled out onto the street and down a back street ato the main drag, looked quick, A Small break in the traffic and I blew a red light and drifted sidways threw the intersection and in to a mall parking lot. I figured that he had only seen the back of me, if that, so I backed into the first space I saw and shut it down and went inside the mall. 3 cop cars flew past on the road behind the mall. Sirens, lights and they had a hard on to catch me, they didnt. A elderly couple was waiting for a cab and saw us drive in, then saw the cops when we did. We tried to look calm but he knew. He said "lucky...". That was it, I think we had a adrenaline rush to last the rest of the day,

 

I wrote this one back in 2002, but its my favorite police encounter so Im dragging it back to the future :bglasses: - enjoy
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I was practicing my launches in a (concrete) parking lot down at the (NY state) Jones Beach for those of you Familiar....- It was late fall in the afternoon so no one was there. I was going to the track the next day, had just gotten BFG Drag Radilals so i wanted to practice my launches.

Im only going 2/3rds through 1st gear and getting off.....braking, turning around and repeating. All for the sake of trying to get my 60' times down.......

A state trooper pulls in, just as Im launching for another try and i get out early and back it down and park.....knowing Im in a bit of hot water :dou:

He pulls over, gets out, and asks for my papers. I hand them to him, he gives them a quick glance and hands them back and asks "What are you Doing ???"

I decide honesty may be the best policy, and tell him Im practicing my launches because Im going to the track and racing tomorrow. He steps back, gives the car the once over, and i add "I NEVER street race and this seemd like the safest place for me to do some harmless testing. He looks at the car some more and says..... "You RACE this nice car ???" "Only once a year at the Buick event at the track in NJ" I answer

Puzzled, he looks the car over again, and then sez

" I wasn't here. If another Officer comes along you're on your own...." !!! !!! :eek2: :

I sheepishly asked, "Does that mean i can continue ???" o No:

he responded, "Continue What ?? I wasn't here, so I dont know what you are doing....."

THANK YOU !!!! OCCIFER !!!

I sat there for a while after he left not sure if i should be more amazed at him for not finding a reason to ticket me......or for not making me scram !!!

Finally....i said to meself, WTF !!

I made about 3 or 4 more launches but was kinda shaken out of the fun, the thrill was gone ... so I left uzzled:

 

about a month ago a I had to pick up my little sister from school so I drove to my old highschool (im 17 but changed schools) and wen't to pick her up. I was driving my '75 nova which I love to drive because I have such a good feel for the car. so I look for a while and can't find my sister and decided to head home... so I decided to show off in front of my old buddy's and and rip through the residential area located by the school..... after I did I got pulled over the cop asked if I knew how fast I was going I said i didn't. He said I was going 45... he asked if I saw the stop sign that I ran, I said i did. he gave me a warning :laugh: !!!! Im just glad he didn't see me do the burn out.

 

This past January, I delivered a '69 Dodge Charger parts car to a buyer in Tallahassee. He drove in from Louisiana.We met halfway at a truckstop on US 90,west of Tallahassee. I drop the car ,collect my money and then head back to Plant City by I-10. About 10 miles east of Tallahassee,I'm cruising the left lane at 85. I roll up behind a Ford Exploder and notice DEP on the yellow tag( Department of Environmental Protection).

The guy is blabbing on a cell phone and yeah, he was cruising the speed limit,70mph. We go a little ways and he won't get over. So I mash the gas and go around him on the right and crank it back up to 85. A little ways further, he flies up behind me flashing his lights and then turns his blues on. I don't pull over right away and go another mile in the right hand lane with the DEP guy behind me. Wellllll I guess he wanted me to pull over, so I hit the brakes HARD and pull off. This guy was so close , that he HAD to swerve back on the hiway and pulls in front.

He jumps out screaming " What the hell kind of stunt was that!!!". I replied that " You wanted me to pull over,SO I PULLED OVER! Now what do you want?!" I was very uncorroporative to say the least. He did the usual license,regristration line. He asked me where I was going and I told him that it wasn't any of his business. He said that I had an attitude. Imagine that! I peeled out my wallet and show him the license and of course he wanted me to remove it out of the wallet. He tells me that the limit is 70 on I-10 and I replied "who the hell goes 70 on this road,besides you" He sees my address and says " Oh, you must be going to Plant City" I tell him what a good deduction ,nothing gets past you. Then asked me why I was going so fast. I tell him that supper's waiting and that he's holding me up.

He goes back to his vehicle ,moves it behind mine and goes to the back of his car,digging through it .I guess for forms. I get out with my camera and start snapping pictures of his car. He hops out demanding to know why I am taking pics of his vehicle. I told him that I will need photos for court. Which he said " That's pretty presumptious of you" At that point, I knew that he couldn't right out a ticket. So I get back in my truck. His partner pulls up like the Gestapo and gets out up along my passenger side. So I locked the doors of my truck and ask Mr DEP for my license back. He tells me to keep it under 70. I told him I doubt it and spun dust all over them taking off.

It really ticked me off that these state DEP guys, who do not have the authority to enforce traffic , trying to put some authority over me. Especially when I am not bothering or hurting anyone. I would not have been this way with a deputy or statie. I still have half a mind to sue that DEP agent for false arrest and detainment. A woman in Tampa recently won a $75,000 settlement against a Hillsborough deputy for a similar incident.

 

driving to school

i'll explain to you, i live in one town and went to highschool in another 10 miles away...fairly straight highway, few little hills and dips, have to cross railroad tracks to get into the town where i went to school...one day we're late for school, i drove 3 other friends that day to school, we were in my GN, we'd already been late several times so i get on the GN a little bit, we're cruising about 95...i thought i saw and HP car so i slowed down to 85-80-75...and about 70 (speed limit) as we went by what turned out to be an HP, he went over the next little hill and i stomped it, 70-75-80-85-90-100-110-120-130...for about 5 miles then i slowed down cause we were going to turn to go into town, its about a 1/4 mile from the highway to the railroad tracks to cross into town, and other 1/4 or so to the turn for school...so we turn off and i run it up to 70 and slow back down to go over the rough tracks, and continue going through town at about 35 , halfway from the tracks to the turn i'd take to go straight to school i see red and blue lights just turning off of the highway, i made it a block from the turn when he was coming up to the tracks, he must have hit them about 75 miles an hour, regardless to say he jumped those tracks and we new were were in trouble so pulled over...shut it off, strapped in, and got my license and insurance/registration out and had it all ready for him when he pulled up behind me, jumped out of his car and came up just quizzing me like no other why i was speeding and going so fast and wrecklessly and such, calmly (been pulled over more times than can count) told him i was late for school and there wasnt much traffic and couldnt afford to be late again...he said he had the radar on us and watched us slow down and that was fine, then when he popped over the hill watched it "jump" from 70 to 92 mph when i went off radar, but he said he knew i had to be going faster than that cause turned around when it went off radar and said he drove 100 for the 5 miles and couldnt tell if i'd gotten off the road or not, took a chance and turn into that town and try...oh well...i got a ticket for 92 in a 70 mph zone, not bad a 70 dollar ticket, was still late for school, but didnt get a tardy cause i had been pulled over...the next week or so i caught alot of grief in school for the incident

 

After a night of partying in another town about 10 miles down the highway, I was coming back home on the 4-lane with a little buzz. I had just gotten out of the Army and was enjoying the freedom of no more drug testing (I havn't done any of that since the 80's so don't judge me now please) so needless to say, I wasn't exactly in the right state of mind to get pulled over. Anyway, I see the lights coming up behind me and I promptly pull over. The nice trooper walks up and asks me if anything is wrong with my vehicle. I had been trying to come up with a good lie since the lights had come on, so I merely said, "I just rebuilt the motor and am trying to break it in." To my surprise he said that I would have to find another road as this one had a MINIMUM SPEED LIMIT OF 45 M.P.H. I was flabbergasted, I figured I was doing at least 100. I asked him how fast I was going and he said about 15! I then pulled out in traffic and watched the speedo 'til it hit 55. Being "altered", I was terrified but managed to get to the next exit and let my girlfriend drive the rest of the way home. What makes this story interesting is that I was driving a 78 Chevy LUV with a blown small-block that ran high 10's in the 1/4.

I now fully support all DUI laws and never do any of that crap on the road. As an EMS First Responder, I have witnessed far too much destruction caused by people who don't comprehend the dangers of driving "buzzed".

 

:moonu:
However I will go into one story of his (my father) that stuck out. He was driving his red 64 GS convertible with a 4 speed and was racing a buddy of his out in Coon Rapids, MN. A couple cops were chasing them so they both bolted in different directions and my dad went down residential streets and backed into someone's open garage as the cops drove by. He went home and went to bed. The next morning cops showed up at his house, but couldn't give him a ticket cause they didn't catch him in the act. But they new it was him casue he was the only cherry red GS convertible in the city.

 

I have a story of my own:

I was running alte for school, so I jumped into my Grand National :Brow: and left my house, but around 5 oclock by my house there is a long line of cars that always waits for a stop sign, so I decided to go down by the local park. I bolted around the turns and got onto Co. Rd. J and got up to speed. I looked in my rear view mirror and the cop flipped on his lights. He came up to the window and the conversation went as follows;

:Smarty:
Cop: "What are you in sucha hurry for?"

Me: "I am late for school."

Cop: "I clocked you going 70 back by the park, let me see your liscense and insurance.

So I reached for my license and I forgot it at home. :shock:

Me: "I forgot it at home, I live a minute up the road you can follow me there and I can get it for you, but here is my insurance card."

Cop: "Whats your name!?!" :af:

Me: "Brandon Michael Smith...I'm Beth Smith's Son (mom is a cop)

Cop: "Your Beth's Kid, hold on..." as he walked back to his car.

Cop: He gave me my insurance car and said "You need to slow down next time it will be 215 dollar ticket, and you might wanna go home and get your liscense cause that is an additional 115 dollar ticket. Have a good day" :rant:

I guess it pays to have a parent as a cop, LOL. :grin:

 

I have three-

1)At a weird K shaped intersection one fine summer's day in maybe '94, I was at one of the two roads that met at the right side of the "K". On the left side actually. traffic was moderate. I had the roof down and the radio up. An elderly gentleman arrived at the road to my right (we both had stop signs while the other roads did not) just after I stopped at my sign. There was a break in traffic; he was going left, I was going right. I motioned for him to go. He crept a foot forward and then stopped. This repeated three times, during breaks in traffic when it should have been safe to proceed.

After the fourth time (about 5 minutes had passed) and he did not enter traffic, I looked left and saw a large break in traffic, and floored it. Impressive smoke and rubber- all over the hood bumper and grille of a marked blue and white Boston Police car.

The officer was not amused. Moral- check your mirrors

2) One fine summers night in perhaps '98 I was going home from a club. OK calm down, this isn't a drunk driving story. I worked nights and on a good night I could get there in time to have one drink tops. On this night, I arrived to stand in line 40 minutes and then was told last call had past, the place was closing for the night. Fine, I'll go home.

I'm driving home on a winding stretch of road, about 12:30, quarter of 1 am. I had to take a left to enter this road. Nobody had been behind me the last time I could check my mirrors, and the stretch of road I could see was about 1/4 mile long. The next time I come to a stright section, I can see headlights just coming around the bend. Somebody is driving fast. I negotiate another turn.

Suddenly, those lights are lighting up MY car's cabin. And the car isn't slowing down. I can see windsheild and nothing else in the rear view; this car is inches from my bumper. I seleted L2 and rang the snot out of the 455.

I just smoked a marked Canton Ma. Police car. I noticed this when the rollers finally came on. When we (finally) pulled over, the officer asked the usual questions, along with "Why were you running?", and my reply was "So you wouldn't rear end me!". At that point he grinned and said he was trying to catch up to me to pull me over since he saw me take my turn onto this road about two miles ago. "For what?" I asked.

He owned a '70 GTO and he wanted to know where I got my car parts, so he decided to pull me over. He said he should have just turned his bubble gums to begin with on and I agreed; it startled me a little bit to think this crazy guy was going to smash into me. I gave him Year One's phone number and he told me to have a good night and then he left. Moral- learn short and easy to remember prayers

3) quick story but on my way home from a wedding summer before last, I'm driving through part of Boston with the top down, beautiful night. It's about 2 am. A marked Boston Police car stops right next to me while going the other way, while I was at a light. The cop rolls down his window and says "Nice car"

I said thanks.

He says, "455?"
I said well it's a 462 now
the reply :"My '70 Chevelle is parked in the Police lot. Let me know if you want to see what a real muscle car can do"

At this point I am wondering if I've bumped my head or something. Did I just get challenged to a late-night illegal street race by a uniformed Boston Police officer, with his partner sitting right next to him, under a street light 2 blocks away from a Police station? :eek2:

Well yes actually I did!

What a lose/lose proposition. I can't think of much stupider things than street racing with a cop who's supposed to be on duty! If anyone knows the cop from the Hyde Park police station with the green '70 Chevelle, you may want to mention to him that he ain't a very responsible police officer, and in any case, if he's gonna do it he might want to sort out street challenges when he's out of uniform, and when no other cops are sitting right next to him in the same squad car!

 

Awhile ago in los angeles on my way home on the street, it was bumper to bumper traffic and stop and go. So I call myself slick by going through the right turn only lane and dip across into on going traffic. However until after I done that I realized that there was a police car without the lights on top. "So it's be and my buddy in the car and we just left the mall and we have some stollen things in the car and all! So while I am driving, I know that he seen me but I get two blocks down and he still did not act on me, I guess he wanted me to run. Anyhow, I get to the next intersection and He throws the lights on and tells me to pull over and to step out of the car, me and my buddy with guns pointed at us and a helicopter hovering over us.
While i get out and get searched, he pats me down then pulls a shirt from out the bottom of my pants leg then puts me in handcuffs. He also finds wire cutters in my pockets and all. nothing was in the car because we had already sold the rest. I forgot about the shitt though.
So he begins to question me about the shirt and I tell him " oh my girl went out last night and bought this shirt without my consent and so I had to sneak it out inorder to take it back and get my refund" He then says, ' what about the cutters?' I explain to him that I planned on installing a radio in my car. He then uncuffs me and writes me up a fat ass ticket. SPEEDING, ILLIGEL LANE CHANGE, CHANGING LANES WITHOUT SIGNALLING ALL THAT, it was like three points on one ticket.
So now it's time to go to court but the court had no file of the ticket, come to find out...........THE TICKET GOT LOST IN THE SYSTEM..and i was set free. HELL YEAH!!!!

 

TIme: 0200 Saturday morning, sometime in June of 1991

I'm sitting at a stoplight by a grocery store facing west. It's late (or early) and there's no one around. I'm literally 7 blocks from my apartment which sits across from the Purdue Calumet campus (Hammond).

I figure.. "Light 'em up" and commence to do one of the smokiest burnouts I've ever done. The old Mickey Thompson H-50's make lotsa smoke.

The light turns green and I start rolling out of the big cloud of smoke now covering all four lanes and immediately notice a squad coming over the railroad overpass headed toward me.

He passes me, we look at each other, he turns on the bubblegums and I make a hard left at the first street, kill the lights, and take another left (headed east now) take a fast right at a block and 1/2 (going south) and rip down an alley for two blocks, take another right, rip up the road toward the Purdue campus and take a right before it, then a left, then a block to my apartment.

I get out, sit on my trunk lid, and two squads and a Purdue campus cop fly by with the lights on right past me. I laughed, shook my head, and went up to bed.

:grin: :grin:

The downside: Although they probably didn't get a plate number, my car is one of only two Skylarks in the neighborhood at the time. Needless to say, I got pulled over at almost every opportunity the cops had that summer. Unsafe lane change, inadiqiate exhaust (the car was off) three different times, speeding (w/o radar) no seatbelt (lap-belt!! DUH!) and on and on.

But in the end, it all stopped when I painted the car. :grin: :grin:

Oh.. and every time I went to court.. the judge threw out the ticket. :laugh:

 

We were in a 1986 GMC Suburban with the 6.4 litre diesel coming back from a costume party. I was riding shotgun dressed as Jesse James [ ball n cap black powder 6 shooter and all] My buddy driving was dressed as "Jack the Dripper" Flasher [ rubber dildo and all] . Leaving one party to go to another us being tipsy decided to power brake the truck at the redlight. We noticed the Blue light flashing in the smoke behind us. When the cop asked for his licence and registration the dildo rolled out as he oepned the glove box..
The cop asked if he had a licence for that as well..
Let us off with a warning. He never saw the Antique gun!! LOL
Never loaded nor ever been fired in its lifetime of course....

 

so i see this is an old thread but ill throw this in the hat because its still a story me and my best friend tell whenever possible. so we just moved into an apartment right next to the university of oregon commons. there was a new apartment complex being built across the street. we had just gotten done drinking a few and BS'n at his girlfriends place which was in the commons the three of us piled into my explorer and went to head home. from her parking lot to ours couldnt have been more than 500 yards down the street, my buddy had quite a bit more to drink than i did and was feeling froggy. he jumps on my drivers side running board and tells me to punch it. i was foolish enough to oblige and we took off as fast as my exploder would take us. my buddy shows his approval by bouncing up and down and screaming at the top of his lungs. now the suspension on the exploder was soft as poo from all the times we had gotten it airborne at our previous place of employment, so we are doing about 60 on a residential street and my car looks like a dingy being tossed around on the waves of a hurricane. we are just about home one right hand turn and then an immediate right into our parking lot. when wouldnt ya know it there is a city cop on my drivers side tucked into the entrance to this new apartment complex across the street from oursou: my friend and i sound off with an in unison OH S**T his girlfriend calls us retards and the cop hit his lights. we turn off into our parking lot he blocks us in and proceeds to ask us what the hell we were were thinking, how i could be charged with wreckless endangerment possible vehicular manslaughter an so forth. he takes all my paperwork puts my friend in my car and disappears into his cruiser for almost 2 hours. just as we were about to go ask what was going on he comes up to my window hands me my information and tells us with a defeated look on his face that depite his best efforts he couldnt find a law that that actually covered what we were doing. so i was let off with a warning and my friend got a ticket for not wearing a seatbelt. the ticket went on our fridge and i am pretty sure my buddy still has it to this day.

 

I have had many traffic infractions in the past and quite a few times let go with laughs and warnings. But, when i worked Corrections was when i started having fun and with some LEO's i still do. One Officer i used to work with transferred to the road patrol and we both were running tuned D-Maxs. He payed around with his truck and some fellow Officers and every chance i got to meet him on the road we raced. The Impala's are nothing, the Crown Vic does ok as well as the Tahoes but these new Fords with the eco-boost, they are a challenge for the diesel. Now this year i am going to play with one of my friends at the local car show when the Skylark is done. Some of these guys i am always screwing around with. Just a couple weeks ago i put a for sale sign up in front of one of my trooper buddies home, from what i have heard i am his number one suspect LOL! Wait until he gets his delivery of Depends at his barracks.:TU:

 

When I was in my early 20's I had several close encounters. Once I was tripping hard on LSD, It was a kid thing, driving a 68 Javilin. The road I was on went across a set of tracks with a light before then another just after.Both are red and a city cop sitting at the first. I'm looking at the officer and drive right past, through the light and stop across the track at the second. Instantly relize I've screwd up and back up to the first light right next to the cop. Looked over and waved HI!. He looks at me and points at the now green light. Says You can go now. I was freeking out.
Another in the same time frame, same car got stopped for something, dont remember what now. The cop put me in the front seat of his cruiser becouse it was really cold and snowing out. He's writing my ticket as I look down I notice the top pocket of my feild jacket is open and theres a OZ of weed sticking out the top. Again inside Im freeking out. Played cool, took my citation and went on my way.
A few yrs later, Out ran a cop on a bike I was riding. Thought I got away clean. When I got close to home, crossed a main street from a side road and pulled out in front of the same cop. The chase was on. Chased me right into my drive way. Got a free ride to jail on that one but my bike didnt get impounded.

 

Thought I would add a interesting story to this old thread. I w3as in Houston visiting a old Buick friend and getting my first hand ride in LEAVER a beautiful and quick blue 70 Gs 455. Tat night we went to a hot racing spot called Ranken Rd. Anyway a few ringers and I mean the real deal some 9 second "street" cars. Just when a couple Mustangs line up and start the party off I see a patrol car coming in fast. I get worried, around here people get arrested and cars get confiscated for street racing even if its real late in a commercial area with no traffic. Well my worries were soon forgotten. This officer was there to watch and keep others away. When A report of street racing came in he took it and "investigated" That was a fun night

 

Coming out of our local shopping centre. Unmarked cop car with side mounted radar is driving in. I make eye contact with the driver and mouth "go and catch a real criminal" Made sure I didn't swear. Most of us can lip read those words!

So off I go, round the corner and notice the cop car is behind me. Come to a stop sign. Stop. Count to 3 then move off, making sure I use the indicators. They pull me over, the exchange is something alone these lines. I'm in italics

"You have a problem with police performing their duty"
"Yes, when you should be out catching real crims"
" What gives you the right to say that"
" I'm a citizen, voter, & taxpayer"
"Open the bonnet" I do so. To get out I have to open the door with the exterior door handle. Dumb ****s don't notice!
His eyes light up when he sees the SBC in the Holden.(they were an option on the HQ Holden- but not in wagons)
"That's not the original engine- where's the blue plate" ( the blue plate is for engineer approved modifications- my Skylark has one for seat belts & lights)
" I don't need one, that engine was an option"
He then asks me how did I know they wern't on the way to an assult case.
"Then shouldn't you be attending that"
His mate chimes in "You're just like all the rest, thinking its all about revenue raising"

At this point, realizing they ain't getting me on any thing they decide to go.
I stop just up the road at the auto teller mechine. They are roasting some poor bloke in the busted @ss Nissan. I reisted the temptation to yell "Go an catch a real criminal you ***************"
on the basis that I'd already increased their stress levels,and the would haul the bloke in the Nissan over the coals.

When I was younger I wouldn't have been game to do it- a flogging would have resulted. But as a 40 something, with my wife in the car, and plenty of wittness, noting they could do.
I was polite, didn't swear, blaspheme ( as an athiest no biggie to me, anyway) insult, or vilfy them.

Job done.