Here is a thread of KUDOS to the local P.D. for once. On the way home from the local cruise in I had a county car pull up beside me (while I was speeding" slightly" )look over the car for a few seconds and then give me the international nail it/lets go finger wave..... I am proud of my little A-bone for having more jump then the county cruiser!! Even made the local po-po smile .... Made my night for sure. When we pulled off the interstate my pops pulled up beside me and just shook his head! lol Thought this was a good thread change from the normal cop stories. Locals are cool here IF you are in an OLD car. They used to ask me to shoot flames out of the exhaust and never h***led me for my open headers... Who else has a cop racing story?!? Think I did it in slightly better style too! haha
I would've arrested you and had the car sent to the storage lot in my front yard. I came out of a gas station to pump my gas and a cop was going in. As I was getting ready to leave, the cop was coming out. He comes over and asks a few questions about my T. The usual stuff. Then he asked to hear it run, so I crank it up. Then he asks if I ever race. I paused and said, "Nope." He laughs and says, "Too bad, I'd like to catch you doing that." He laughed, but I didn't think it was funny. I think most will agree. You almost have be driving or acting like a complete *** to get on the wrong side of the average cop. ****, they're driving around in pumped up Crown Vic's and Chargers all day.
Neat. When i was about 18 or 19 I had a neat little 56 effie. My friend was a little older than me and was a local sheriff, his hiding spot was next to my work. Every day on my way home I'd grab mcdonalds or something...and every week or so he's get behind me and hit the lights. The first few times it scared the **** out of me and Id pull over, he would walk up and steal my mcnuggets. After a month or so of this **** I figured I'd mess with him. I waited til he got out of his car and did the craziest loudest **** you burnout I've ever done. He jumps back in his car and chases me home. By the time I get there some of his buddies are coming up the other street. I was like "what the **** man?" I get out in my driveway and see a couple guns drawn. Wasn't him, he was off that day... That was REALLY hard to explain my way out of.
hahahaha... NOW THATS a story! Nothing like a smokey in front of the "man"... I hav done it once or twice..but didnt know He was there and got careless operation and wreckless driving... BOTH are hefty tickets. hahaha
There used to be an ***hole local that also had a '62 409. Off duty he'd take the Chevy and antagonise some kid into racing, then pull them over and write them up. He finally got his when pics of him and a woman in back of the squad car wound up in the police station.
My Dad was a local policeman in my early years. When I started driving they would pull me over, in front of our tire store (right in the middle of town) EVERY morning, as all my friends drove by. I hated it. Now I wish that I had that much pull.....
I was on my way to a parade on a Friday afternoon. All of the commuters had already clogged the roadways with their econoboxes and I was running a little later than I would have liked. The congested 4 lane that I was on goes under the interstate in a tunnel, but as I poked along in the left lane I saw an opening in the right lane at about the beginning of the tunnel. I downshifted and nailed it and shot past about seven cars in a hurry. (Being in the tunnel at 3/4 throttle sounded great by the way!) The second car in the line in the left lane that I had just p***ed was an all black Charger, and as I p***ed him I heard a siren whoop just once and the lights in his grille came on. Dammit! State Police!!! I nailed the brakes, but as he pulled up alongside of me his p***enger's window came down and he said (with a huge grin on his face) "I'd hate to see you wreck a car that nice! Slow it down a little, ok???" MOST of the cops that I have "interacted" with have been pretty decent guys, BUT I will add that I play the "yes sir" and "no sir" "I'm sorry sir" thing up pretty well when I get stopped. A vast majority of the time they give me a stern "talking to" and then will let me go, even when I'm doing stupid ****!
Not a race story, but a bodywork story...... Driving my '50 Plymouth to the paint shop, got pulled over by an officer. Mind you, my car was devoid of all gl***, chrome, lights, door handles, bumpers, etc... License plate was wired to the trunk lock hole. Nice guy, pulled me over to see what I was up to, let me go after a quick compliment 'cause it was getting dark.
In the early 90's my best friend and I were sitting at a stoplight going to school when a new Corvette with blacked out windows pulled up next to us. My buddy revs up the mighty 250 six banger in his Nova, barks the tires, and waits for the light to change. It does, and we oneleg it through the intersection with the 'vette next to us, just playing with us. My friend hits second gear, gets a bit of a scratch, winds it out and goes to third, then slows down. The Corvette, which has blown by us, slows down next to us and waits at the next light. The 'vette's window comes down- and there, in the driver's seat, sits the county sheriff. Not a deputy, the high sheriff himself, and he's laughing uncontrollably at the look on our faces. He said "Boys, I think it's time for school." He was right. It was. Our lesson for the day was to never "race" cars with dark tinted windows.
My senior year in high school I was working nights. Nearly every night a local deputy would meet me in the Town Square of Camdenton, MO and chase me to Green View (about 12 miles) then I would pull into a parking lot and we would have coffee from his thermouse and cookies or whatever I had to munch on. He told me once that he better never ever catch me street racing and once I was out of school the chase was over. I never did figure it out. I think he was just trying to help me or him stay awake.
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