So on a Saturday night my wife and I get to go to a small town opera house to go see the girl called the Rockabilly Filly, of course where I live all there are is small towns, and this one is no exception cept it's about 40 miles away and we decide to take the coupe. I had worked on it most of the day and with no long trips left this year I put the 4:11's in the quickchange and do a little tune up and it's running great. We leave a little early and are in no hurry, when you leave my house you have a choice small country road or small country road, we choose to go up the hill and after a few miles hit a state route 23 heading into a little town called South New Berlin, a cross road town with maybe 15 houses along the road. We are just idling down a long hill into town and you can see the stop light is red from a long ways off so maybe we are doing 45 in a 55. I get down into second about thirty feet friom the light and it turns green, no one ion the road, feeling my oats I dent the firewall and hit third at about 7 grand feel the car move sideways and pull 6 grand in fourth up the next hill, laughing like a little kid with my wife punching my arm yelling at me. I slow back down to maybe 50 just loafing and having a good time out on a date and all when after a good six or seven miles I see red light in the mirror, I look at my wife and say can't be me I'm only doing 50. there is a nice straight section of road with large shoulders so I pull over expecting this trooper to go right on by, no, he pulls behind me and gets out of the car, shit. Comes up to the window and of course with a 5 inch chop he really has to lean down and says you didn't see me back there did you, and I say why yes officer I pulled over immediately, he says no behind you coming down the hill, oh shit, he then says, going a little fast through town huh, and I say well I was just picking up some speed to make it up the hill since it's 55, he smiles and says it's a 30 mile an hour zone. Looking over the car he then says where is your inspection sticker, a NY requirement, I said I put it on the other side of the windshield, so he walks aroud the front of the car looking at the dual quads and stuff and comes back over to my window and asks why is it on that side, at this point I figure I'm fucked anyway so I say well officer the windshield is so small if I put both the registration sticker and the inpection sticker on the same side i can't see out of the car. , now I see him smile, and he leans in as close as he can, and looks at my wife and says , will you please keep him under control, and have a nice evening. Wow, maybe ther are some decent cops out there. I guess I was pretty lucky since I was doing 100 in a thirty and that is go to jail speed. Anyway we went to the concert had a great time a laughed most of the night and did not exceed the speed limit at all on the way home.
Very cool. It's nice to get a break sometimes, but..........shame on you! I've done the same thing too, sometimes ya just have to let her loose a little.
Oh boy are you lucky... A couople of months ago I had an opportunity to pick up a free 40'chevy cab. It was about 4 hours away so I was ina bit of a hurry. Came up on a line of cars doing 72 ina 65, this is well and good but I have an issue not being able to see ahead of me (dumb I know). Anyway after passing said vehicles which means i was doing more than even 72... I was pulled over by a trooper with absolutely no sense of humor, or care for free potential hot rod parts... Needless to say, my cab was NOT so free...
Most cops are cool ! Love your story btw....55 in a 30 zone ..... ....100 in a 30 zone... NOT COOL ! Klaz
Thanks for sharing. I think a lot of us have been on one side or the other of a similar tale. It made me smile. Charlie
Something similar happened early on in my relationship with my wife. We were heading from my place taking some nice 2-lane roads out of town to meet my parents for dinner. At a stoplight just out of town I decide to launch it. I pulled through a couple gears on my way up to (but not over) the speed limit of 55. About a quarter mile down the road I see the cherries in the rearview and pull over and shut the car off. I figure my antics caught up to me even though I wasn't speeding -- especially since my daily driver was also my track car at the time (caged, race buckets, harnesses, low as hell, lap timer on the dash, etc.). The officer asks me why I thought he pulled me over, to which I responded that I wasn't really sure since I hadn't been speeding. He told me I had accelerated quite fast from the stoplight and asked me who I was trying to impress. He took my license and insurance card and went back to his car for what seemed like an eternity. All the while my girlfriend (now wife) is giggling like a schoolgirl. The officer finally comes back to the car and tells me he could write me a ticket for "unnecessary acceleration" but he didn't want to "ruin my clean record and spoil my date." He handed my license and insurance card back to me while leaning into the car window past my face. He said to my girl, "So were you impressed?" With a sly smirk she responded, "He didn't have to impress me sir," as she put her hand on my knee and ran it up my leg. Dumbfounded, the cop just walked back to his car and told us to have a nice night. Yes . . . my wife, she's a keeper!
It was prom night in 69'. Driving a 67' Camaro with 4:56 gears and a 4 speed. Several of us were on our way to the beach. Mu buddy in a 68' 442 was beating everybody at the stop lights. I wind my way upto the front and meet him at another red light. Light turns green and I nail it through 1st and 2nd. At the next light, I see a police cruiser 2 cars back. We take off slowly and the cruiser winds its way behind me. Lights me up and I pull over. Cop walks up and said, "What was that for?". I tell him the 442 thought he was hot stuff. Had to show him. The cop shakes his head and gives me a cite for a loud muffler (fix-it). I thanked my lucky stars.
Three of us decided to drive to Tulsa on Route 66. We had to pull over to check one of the guys radiator that was acting up. Ready to pull out, I decided to wait for the guy behind me, and he was waiting for me. Finally figuring I was picking my nose, he pulled out, and burned a little rubber going past me. It was a little gravelly and gravel was flying eveywhere. I saw him go roaring by, with a local cop right behind him (getting hit by the gravel). He pulls over, the cop behind him, and gets out with his license and insurance. He walks back and hands it to the cop (the cop is still sitting in his car) and says "I'm an idiot, just give me a ticket." The cop says "I can't believe you did that right in front of me!" Oh man, he layed into him verbally. Anyway, none of us saw the copper, as he came out of nowhere. But he handed the stuff back and told him to drive carefully, and not to burn rubber down main street anymore. Whew! Nice cop. But we are in our 50's, so that might have helped, as we look like a bunch of geezers anyway... He probably felt sorry for us because we look like we only get out of the nursing home on the weekends...
Great story! I have had a few lucky breaks myself. One time really late at night cutting through an abandoned shopping center. Sitting at the light at the exit with no one around and decided that would be a good time to just roast the rear tires for my own entertainment. The smoke was suddenly lit up by a spot from a hiding police car several hundred feet away. I stopped burning instantly and he shut his spot off and continued to mind his business. I slinked away...
Used to run the local office for an insurance damage appraisal company which meant I traveled some. I had a '69 torino 351 4speed with fairly tall gears. Was coming back from western Oklahoma and topping a hill at about 75-80 went by a trooper backed in a drive. Just took my foot of the gas and was coasting waiting for the inevitable to happen. Finally he pulled out and hit the lights. Once I stopped he told me he was doing some paper work and didn't get the gun on me till I was down the road a ways. His question was " I know you saw me, why were you still speeding??!!" My reply, " I thought you had me when I topped the hill and was just coasting." Got a warning. Fast forward a week later within a mile of the same spot. You guessed it, same trooper, George going too fast, Get invited to sit in the car. Conversation goes something like this. Trooper: George, what are you doing speeding through my county again. Myself: Didn't realize I was going that fast till I saw you. Trooper: I.m going to give you another warning, BUT if I catch you speeding through Major county again, IT'S GONNA COST YOUR ASS! Myself: Yes Sir!
Had this happen a few weeks ago. Took the truck out to get the cobbwebs off it and got pulled over by a very nice officer. I was only driving in my neighborhood but we have a nice stretch of straight flat road in a more undeveloped part of it sooo.......He had me square and fair as the truck has no plates or proper paperwork. I didnt argue it either as we all know as adults what were doing and what responsibility we assume when we do it. He like the ride and told me to have a nice day and to just get some legal paperwork before i take it out to "check my parts" again. cool guy......
oldspeed ....: Nema problema I probably should have known you better by now to think of you as a reckless driver. My bad... Sorry !! Klaz
The REAL Rockabilly Filly is the one and only Rosie Flores. If you saw Rosie, I know it was a great show. I hope some poser hasn't stolen Rosie's handle. That'd suck. Neat story. I think most cops dig hot rods and will often give a break.
No problem your are right I shouldn't have done it, sometimes I do stupid things. I normally don't get to fast because the A has such a short wheelbase it does get a little loose at times. I was lucky no one got hurt and I met a guy who saw I was an old guy and just did it for a second or two and not racing anyone. I guess it must have surprized him on how fast I pulled away from his police cruiser, damn that small back window anyway. Take care Jon
Has anyone else ever seen red and blue lights fire up through a cloud of tire smoke? No other feeling quite like that. ~Scotch~
No that was her and it was a great show, only about 25 people showed up so I think she was disappointed, but she came down into the area we were sitting in to meet us and the others, it was great.
DISCLAIMER: Drugs and driving under the influence really sucks. Being young and stupid overrides good sense for some (and it did for me,) unfortunately. STORY: After a night of going to a show and, among other things, smoking too much of that devil's weed with some friends, i was riding shotgun in my buddys Dodge van w/ a group of friends. We were headed back up home on the 101 freeway in socal... We were stupid, and knew we could barely function-- but we also lived the classic live fast die young lifestyle at the time, so we'd been in worse, so this didnt seem bad. Red lights in the rearview. Damn. After causiously approaching us... Officer: "license and registration. you guys look like you had a rough night." All Passengers of Car (unable to hold back the stoner laugh): "giggle giggle hehehehe" Driver of Car (screaming, but looking in our direction, not the officers-- so the cop couldnt hear it ): "shut the fuck up!!!!" Officer: "Did you know you were doing 15mph on the freeway?" I was sure we were pulled over for speeding. Yep-- 15mph in a 55mph. Dumb fucks. I have no idea why that officer let us go, but he did. MORAL OF THE STORY (to make us all feel better) : It's better to speed sober than drive slowly under the influence Oh, and that same night (in the 80s) I was approached by and chatted with a bum on Hollywood Blvd (a black dude.) He said that he was into martial arts and was in a couple bruce lee movies back in the day. To this day, i believe him, and wonder who was that star that ended up homeless on the streets.....? lol. -scott noteboom
Early '70s, cruisin' the main drag, partying with my gal, givin' the Fords hell at the lights(I was in a '69 Z28), got pulled over by a cop that I had gone to school with and he let me go with a caution, got back in the car and my girlfriend asked if I knew I had a joint behind my ear, years later the cop, now retired, enjoys telling the story. Got pulled over before because the cop wanted to see my motor. Another time, while hotdogging in town, a cop told me "you got a nice sounding set of pipes on that thing, but I'd hold it down around town"
That's OK I have been hated by worse, all in all I have been pretty lucky I sure got my share of tickets when I was young, lost my licence and had to go to the training sessions many times and as much as I hate to say it I deserved them, now as a 55 year old guy that still likes to get on it once and a while I have had my share of breaks. That said, I'll prolly get a ticket on the way home tonight.
i was always hitting 9 points on my license in England, one ticket away from getting banned, in my GT40 - like a choppped rod there's no rear visiblity in there and it's loud as hell. One time I drove 10 miles on the freeway at 90mph with a cop on my ass, lights and siren going. I didn't see him until i went around a corner and the lights caught my eye. he wasnt happy at all. another 3 points. most times they did just want to look over the car though.
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