I was heading home from work tonight, in my Mercury, and decided to take an alternate route. There's this road that runs parallel to the Torrance airport. The road has a few qualities that I like, it's wide, straight, and runs for about a mile without any stop lights/signs. And it never has much traffic. So, I turn down Skypark(name of the road) and prepare to open things up a bit. I hit the gas, and off we go. Then, I get a funny feeling...so I let it down, and decide to take the slow prowl instead. Well, about 1/2 a mile up theres a car coming the opposite direction. The oncoming car suddenly lights me up with it's spotlight. Now, I'm thinking "WTF, either someone is running some functional spots in their custom, or it's Torrances' Finest. As we get closer, I see it's the police. I check the rearview, and sure enough they pull a u-turn. So I watch the rearview, and sure enough, he's hauling**** towards me. And he gets up behind me, and I wait for the flashing lights. Nothing. Then he pulls up next to me, and is running right along side. I shoot him a glance, and he gives me a wave, and heads off. I couldn't believe it!
Are you sure that you weren't doing donuts? Get it ??? Donuts... cops... doughnuts... ahhhh.. hmmm well time to stagger off to bed... HC signing off...
as long as you dont drive like an idiot most cops will leave you alone. when I take out my 37, Lots of cops check out the car, (with no front plate) but they wave and keep going.
The cops I know like cars. From the Porsche restorer down the street to the detective who hits the A&W Saturday night rod runs. Most recent experience was up Hwy 99 about 25 miles from home in the 32. Stopped at a 7-11 type place, the CHP officer who was there at the same time saw the roadster when he went out, waited for me and we had an interesting discussion about hot rods and some of the cars he'd had and still has. Only time I ever got stopped in the 32 was by a CHP officer who I think simply wanted to look at the car.
A lot of the coppers I work with are die hard car guys. There have been many a car I turned around to get a better look at, I always give the "thumbs up" as I check them out. I work on the I-55 corridor so I see a ton of old cars. I'll stop in a gas station just to talk to guys with an interesting car to see what it is and where they are going. Yeah there are some cops who don't like them, but most of them are*****s anyway! Bill
When I used to work at the Olds dealership, that was in what is now the Jaguar Dealership, we usta "test drive" cars on that strip all the time, daily, all day, and never got hassled. Even the "shifts weak going into third with WOT" tests. That was fun. It's the first place I ever drove my '55 Olds... before turning it around and going bac to the shop and yanking the engine..
On the way back to Houston from Bonneville last August, We stopped in a gas station about 100 miles north of Houston to get out of the rain in the coupe. There was a State Trooper in the station when we pulled in, he looked at the car when we went inside and then he left. When we walked back out to the car, a Sheriff pulled in crossways in front of the car. I'm thinking "ah*****, what does he want", wound up BSing with him for about an hour. It turns out he was from Houston originally and is building a '36 Ford for himself, and was helping his son build a Model A tudor. One thing I have noticed, cops never call the coupe a car. They always refer to it as "that thing", "You got insurance on that thing?" Most don't ever mess with you as long as you aren't driving like a maniac.
I agree...Don't be an idiot, and you prolly won't get pulled over...I love to look at cars, but people usually get nervous when I start circling around checkin' out the ride...I-35 runs through the center of my city, and I see a lot of customs coming through here...I just find a place on the access road and watch the show...Some cops think that everyone with tats and piercings are criminals, but I know that's not true... JP
I was living in Milwaukie, Oregon and had been detailing my slammed, freshly painted black 72 stepside. It was a nice summer day and I'd imbibed over a sixer of good ol' Bud, before Bud light was invented. I ran outa beer and jumped in the pickup for a blast to the local convenient for suds. I'd picked up my beer and was heading down McGlaughlin when the fuzz pulls me over. Oh*****! I'm a little fuzzy and he's gonna know it. He comes up to my window and starts to bs about my truck..turns out he's got a similar pickup and just wanted to check mine out. He never even asked for my license and didn't mention my 12 pack in the front seat..Whew!
I always remember a line from a Street Rodder editorial I think. Police aka professional donut eaters. Hey as most have said they are just regular guys doing a job. I love that shot of all the police cars in front of the donut shop!!!!
I only ever got stopped twice for speeding, both in my motorcycle days, and both times it was for "speeds in excess of 120mph" and both times the cop showed me the "out of order" sticker on the legal eagle speedo they all had fitted in them days. No ticket!!! Two seperate occasions, two seperate cops, one on a bike, one in a car. Now THAT is what I call luck, in 150,000 miles of high powered motorcycle riding. Mind you, I kept my speeding to the 'safe' places, out of town, on big roads
I was leaving the local friday night car show in my T- Roadster with a few beers in me (though not drunk) and decided to go over some railroad tracks fast instead of slowing down and just as I got off the throttle there was a cop in the drivway with a radar gun. I just pulled over knowing I was going fast. The cop came over and asked for my licence etc. and asked why I was doing 77 MPH in "a small little deathtrap of a car" and he was a motorcycle cop! after he looked at my reg. and insuance and ran me and the car He just told me that I should really be carefull in "such a small car with all these idiot in SUV's" as he was getting back on his motorcycle... no ticket, no warning about speed no talking about no mufflers or front plate... he must have almost gotten run over by a SUV that day...
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