Just wanted to hear about some crazy stories about being pulled over and such...what you were driving, what happened, etc...the recent events of this past weekend have got me interested...here's my story: I was cruisin' around in my '56 Dodge (no headlights or turn signals or rear brakes) this past weekend, went to a not so local drive-in called Blue Top for some lunch, it's in Highland, IN...on the way back through Burnham, IL I got stopped at a seat-belt check-point. Well, they wrote me up for driving an uninsured vehicle and for having no registration. Stupid on my part, but it was a fairly mild winter day and I had to go for a ride. The cop says, "I didn't even do a safety inspection on this vehicle!". I said, "You ain't enough tickets in that book for all the safety violations on this car." On the bright side, I didn't get a seatbelt ticket. So, yes I shouldn't be driving a car with no registration or insurance and a non-valid '56 Illinois plate on the car, but I'm sure we've all done it at one time or another. We all know the feeling when you just can't resist taking a half-finished car out on the road, especially if she hasn't seen the road for a while. So...let's hear some ticket stories...how fast where you goin', who were you racin', just how illegal was the car you were driving.
Wow, that's a lot more than a trip around the block w/o tags or insurance I remember the first time I was pulled over. It was about a week after I got my licence, pulling out of school in my 67 stang packed with friends, squalin' tiers Looking in the mirror through the smoke I see the flashing lights. Boy was that cop pissed! Slammed his door, yelling for me to get out of the car like I was some kind of felon. It wasn't too funny at the time.... He let me go, but I had to watch it with that car for awhile anywhere near there, he was watching.
You're car is a rolling deathtrap. No headlights, no wipers, no fuel gauge, no ***le, no insurance, no rear brakes, three studs holding one of the rear wheels on, a rigged master cylinder. Do the turnsignals work? 50+ year old dryrotted, gum dipped plycron tires,the front seat is held to the floor with what, one or two bolts ? And the floor it's bolted to is 80% rusted away. By simply taking a short trip around the block, one is risking getting Tet****. When I am riding in a car and look down by my feet, I don't like to see asphalt wizzing by.
Yeah, it was a haul...but mostly just a test run...to see just how far it would go without blowing up!
It's hard to see much WIZZING by with a big *** crack in your straight 8!!!...By the way, they took the 'burban and I cleaned up your mess from your big block motor pulling extravaganza!
Years ago I was driving home drunk from a bar in Nebraska during the winter and we just got about a foot of new snow. It was very slick and I was going to fast and hit the ditch, went through a fence and floored it out in a field trying to turn and get back to the highway. I bogged down in a foot of snow. Sitting there I see a state patrol coming down the road, slow, so I locked the doors and bailed in the back seat and covered up with a blanket. The cop came and kept banging on my window and he wouldn't go away so finally I rolled the window down and asked what the hell he wanted. He told me I was under arrest for drunken driving and to get out of the car and come along quietly. I told him I wasn't driving, a friend was driving and he must have taken off while I was asleep in the back. The cop looked around at all the fresh snow and said "well the ******* must have had wings then cause the only tracks here are mine and I sure as hell wasn't driving". True story,,,
The most recent was 3 days ago, in my work truck, gun metal grey super crew ford 150, 2002. it was wet so i made a left turn onto a 3 lane main drag, broke the tires loose to look at my rear bumper, got it straight and smiled at the motor cop with his lazer who clocked me at a whopping 41 in one block. He made note that I pulled into the center lane, but not the way I did it, then there was the 41 in the 25 thing. He expressed his feelings with a yellow paper stating that I owe the city $141.00, for the speeding. I had my buddy file it under "C.S."
last summer I was at a house party and some girl really took a likeing to my truck so I asked her if she wanted to go for a ride, the main cruising street in edmonton was only 3 blocks away so i figured what the hell lets go for a cruise. I wasnt drunk but i had a few beers in me. Anyways we went and cruised for about 45 minutes or so then came back. well parking was only on one side of the street so i just drove down to the next intersection and was about to pull a u turn ( illegal in canada) when this girl pointed to a cop car sitting in a parking lot across the street, Almost hal way around i relaized this and quikly turned it into a right hand turn but it was totally obvious what i was trying to do. O fcourse the cops pulled behind me and followed me while i drove around the block to trun around. Then the cherries and blueberries came on so i pulled over. The cop came up to the window and asked for my licence registration and insurance. well my truck had no registration or insurance so i gave him my licence, a pink slip that matched my plate which was off a 69 ford, and my insurance which was for a 79 ford, and i'm driving in my 63 ford, no hood, open lake pipes, no wipers, no registration or insurance and you can smell the beer on my breath. I thought i was going to jail. he gave it all back to me and asked me were i was going. i said i'm just going to a house party at the end of the block. He said my truck was pretty loud for this neighbourhood and that i better park it in front of the house for the night. I said no problem, went back to the house and kept on partying. A week later i was driving my 61 ford 4X4 over to this same girls house when i got pulled over again for no mud flaps and no licence plate light. I gave this cop the same pink card for the 69 ford and the 79 ford insurance, he gave me a warning and sent me on my way. Incase you were woundering i dont give this girl rides anymore and i have proper registration on my trucks now
Eh, I don't have any good stories, I only get pulled over on ******** like not coming to a complete stop. I once got a ticket for 40 in a 25 (open road, no one and no houses around, but was a residentual neighborhood), when I often went about 90 through there. Me and a buddy were out doing burnouts once, we lay a huge smokey 300 ft one, and p*** a cop just as we get rolling. He hits the brakes, but I think only because of the smoke. We thought it was funny...
You could call this a ticket story of sorts. Not what you'd really expect but I liked writing it so I dug up the old post and did a little cut and paste. For the record, at that point the car was full on rogue. No tags or ***le and short straight pipes. ---------- So last night Phil and I went to pick up my car from the World of Wheels show - don't ask. The short story is that it was used as part of a display for a friend, I got some weekend p***es to hook some other friends up with, and kids got to have fun, sit in it, climb on it, monkey with the steering wheel, etc. And by the way, Phil is a long time friend of mine...but not a hot rodder and (obviously) not a HAMBer. He gets paid to ride his bike. Back to the story: It was time to leave so I lit it off and offered Phil a ride back to the chase vehicle. We ended up taking a few laps around inside doing little burouts and acting dumb when security kept pointed us toward the door...took us quite a while to find the door. Haha. I pull outside. It's dark and cool. Just cold enough that my eyes will probably tear at speed so I'm glad I brought goggles. There is a row of trailers blocking the way back to the car so we headed downtown to circle around back of the Hall. Tenth and Broadway is where we were. There was a small bar crowd outside. As we slowly coasted by I decided to give them a glimpse of the bigger picture. I didn't really sidestep the clutch. You see, I'm trying really hard to take care of this stuff...it's old and TV spent a lot of time on this transmission for me. Blakmerk spent way too much time on the driveshaft making it perfect and choprods carefully pulled the rear end out of a nice running car for me. So I gently let off of the pedal and as soon as I felt it pull I lifted fully and stomped the throttle...then cut the wheel right. It was glorious. The rear end broke free and swung sideways across the street as the tires smoked and whined. The revs climbed and the tires begged some more. I cut back left to straighten out and got it back in my lane. With the exhaust still echoing off of the tall buildings lining the street I hear one word through all of Phil's laughing. "Cop". "What?" I said. He said, "I can't believe you did that in front of a cop! Hahahaha!" I called ******** and instinctively whipped my head around to prove him wrong. At fist all I saw were two headlights. I turned back around to check my course and as I turned back to take a second look there it was. Silhouetted against a haze of tire smoke and the street lights of Tenth and Broadway was the lightbar. I thought "DAMNIT, a COP" then instantly thought "Nope, if it was a cop I would already be busted. It must be Security for one of these buildings." Taking no chances I turned back around and made perfect use of the hand signals I had learned in third grade. Anyone who knew them could see I was slowing down and about to exicute a right turn. No red and blue, no spotlight, sirens, nothing. I had just given the Downtown Library Security something to talk about. I looked both ways before pulling out. Left, nothing. Right, nothing. Left again, and the nose of a Kansas City Missouri POLICE car edged into my peripheral vision. Still holding my forearm bolt upright to signal a right turn I eased my head around to make eye contact and dropped my arm into a wave/salute. I didn't even wait to see what the reaction was. Made my turn and cruised up the hill toward the Hall. Phil had been giggling the entire time and as we pulled away I started to laugh. I never once felt tense and told him if I made it over this hill I was officially invincible. As we crested the hill the street lights lit up my dash and I saw that my oil pressure gauge had started working. I was stoked. I dropped Phil off and took the long way home as he gave chase in my late model. I took mostly main roads but split off on this S turn I've been wanting to drive since the car was together. It was smooth. He was tailing me at 45mph when I shot away through the curves. We guessed maybe 55mph. I thought I was going a lot slower - I could tell the car was nowhere near the edge too. Plenty of grip left in those bias plys. I'll be back to drive that curve a lot. I drove past the first house my wife and I bought together...my daughter was born there, and my car was concieved in the ba*****t . I blipped the throttle as I p***ed. That tear must have been the air getting inside my goggles. Drove some more and idled into my neighborhood. Shut it down around the corner as I always do when it's late. I carry quite a bit of speed down the street and hit my drive pretty fast. Hit the ****on to open my garage door and coast inside stopping just shy of my welder and the Coupe body Ryan and I plan to pilot at Bonneville.
I was called by the red cross and asked to come donate as they were out of my type of blood. So I left work and was speeding to the red cross donation center. I was pulled over by a rookie type cop. I explained why I was speeding. He said yea sure I get BS all the time. I told him to follow me the 4 blocks to the center and he could see I was telling the truth. So he follows me in and confirms that they are waiting on me. The head nurse tells him since he is there she will call his boss and get him some time away from work to donate. He told her no and leaves. In a very short time he returns with his boss leading him in. When he is stuck he p***es out for 10 mins.After he woke up everyone has a good laugh.The older cops still give him a hard time. Every time our paths cross he gives me a look like he would like to kill me..I have another one I will post later.... Bobby..
TICKET STORIES!?!?! I COULD WRITE A FREAKIN BOOK! ive pushed the over "30" mark including speeding & unnecessary display of speed. been up in front of the judge several times. i was sitting at a red light one time & then decided to hang a right on this long frontage road that exits up on the highway. 'healthy BiG Block, 4 speed, 90/10s & moroso springs up front with the rear shocks mounted straight up & down i turned fukin loose & had that baby jumpin. once i started to hook up i was 'pullin hard' & as i just hit 3rd with the front just jumpin i looked over & saw >>> 2 cops talkin to each other! foooooooock i pushed the clutch in, let off the gas ( like maybe they didnt hear or see me) i shot up on the highway with the clutch in p***in cars like they were in reverse the cops tore after me & i took the next exit which was up aways with the clutch still in. "whooop whooop" the cop pulled me over & asked what in theee hell i thought i was doing? (he was mad) i said >>> exactly what i said: just ****in around & you wernt supposed to be sittin there. he chewed me awhile had me get out & open the hood, he dug the car so i got lucky & NO TICKET! its a NO ticket story!
About 8 years ago I got pulled over for being to low, the cop said "It's just a fix it ticket, so as soon as you have it signed off you can lower it again".
had my van for a while. lived right across the street from the police station for 3+ year.....when i mean right across i mean i could spit at a cop car. never had a problem other than been pulled over about 6 or 7 times since i've had my van. a 66 econoline, i pretty much drive daily......why? because i didnt have my seat belt on....why? because they didnt come with them....no problems. i'm used to that. once they figure out thats the reason they let me go or bust my balls and have to radio 10 different people to confirm, etc. im fine with that too... but pulling me over, the day before thanksgiving, on my way to work, because i dont have my seatbelt on, realizing I dont have to.....then because they were wrong they somehow feel they have to be better than me and wanna bust my balls for almost an HOUR because since i have a website on the back of the van, i should have COMMERCIAL plates and a commercial license, etc. etc. is rediculous. i am respectful to all cops, they deserve it, right up until they start treating me like im not a human being. so telling me i have to choice weather to let him see the inside back of the vehicle or writing me a bunch of tickets for some commercial license ******** is rediculous. thats my choice? submit to a search or write me more tickets. i told him honestly,nicely and respectfully....if you wanna give me a ticket for not having inspection for not having historic plates fine....because its worth it not to have to go to the DMV and deal with getting historic plates........but look...ive lived accross the street from a police station for 3+ years and never once did i have a problem..not once...been pulled over 10x look at your records...why has NOONE ELSE BUSTED MY BALLS OVER SOME STUPID COMMERCIAL REGISTRATION ********. then when i have a few peices of s**** sheetrock in the back of my van from doing my garage i was throwing out today on the way home from work....forget about it. all...because i have a WEBSITE PAINTED ON THE BACK OF MY VAN. look at that car over there, the license plate frame has a website on it for the car dealer too! so he lets me off with to him are "minor" fines for other nitpick ******** (unclear plates?)(again for doing not a damn thing) i tell him i hope he chokes on his turkey, they he says i didnt ask for an at***ude and i said i didnt ask to get my balls busted. your NO better than me you ********er. mind you i was dressed in a shirt and tie for work, im clearly not a damn contractor or anything. the streets are safe folks.
Here's a true story you may not believe, but it is about issuing one, not getting one. In the mid 70's I was a police officer in a small town. I really didn't like issuing citations unless the person REALLY deserved it. One night ( working graveyard) my Sgt. told me that my "count" was WAY down, and "Ordered" me to write one before the end of the shift. So in the morning when commuters stated moving I went to one of our "honey holes" and set up the radar. After about an hour of no-one doing 10plus over, who should come busting through ( a 25 zone) in the mid 40's? Yep, good old Sarge in a marked patrol car, of course. I noted the time and speed in my notebook, and at the end of the shift, in the office, I requested he (SGT) meet me in the Chief's office. Once there, I advised the Sgt. that I was issuing him a citation, as ordered. Chief about blew a gasket!!! It was, I might add, not exactly a career enhancing move. But fun, non-the-less. Marko.
I mentioned this ticket(s) awhile back. In '68 I worked with a car show promoter and we were partially sponsored by STP whose main office was in Des Plaines, IL. While travelling through IL, the boss decided to stop at STP to hit up Granatelli for a bit more money. We had one of the Batmobiles in its trailer so we unloaded it at a gas station about a mile from STP's place, decorated it up with STP stickers, and I drove him up to the office. After Granatelli and a few others got a giggle out of the whole deal the boss went inside for a meeting and I drove the car back to its trailer. A few blocks from there I saw a Des Plaines cop behind me wanting me to pull over. I kept going because I didn't want them towing a million dollar car....I pulled it right into its trailer. It was then that I learned that Des Plaines police have no sense of humor. They took me to jail and wrote me three tickets....improper mufflers (photo), flashing red light, and Gotham City license plates. I stewed in a cell for a couple of hours before the boss came and posted my bail. We left town immediately, forfeiting that bail.
I lived in Seattle and we like to road trip for no apparent reason. A friend was getting married so we decided to head to eastern washington's cyrstal bay for some drinking and water skiing. We left early on a Saturday in 5 import sports cars, a truck, after behaving for awhile we all started to crank it up a bit, giving each other about an 1/8 of mile distance, all of our cars did about 135 mph topped out. As I p***ed the leader Brian, I caught a flash of a trooper parked in the median. I let off the gas and looked in the mirror as the troope pulled out and ran Brian of the road. As it turned out he didn't have me on radar, after the 20 minute *** chewing about the outrageous speed and another 20 minutes of doing the gamut of stupid human tricks (sobriety test) he gave me a citation for an open container because I had a case of booze in the trunk with some open vodka 5ths (night before) and half the back seat was folded down for my water ski, and a citation for an obscured front license. Still better than 135 in a 55. Priceless is have all your friends standing on an overp*** yelling and cheering as you touch your nose... walk a line... say your ABC's. s.
this is a non ticket story, but since a couple have already been posted I'll post it. I was in my 56 sedan delivery at a cruise night. My brother stopped by with the then 15 year old nephew and the nephew asked if he could ride with me when we left. I said sure. Enter testosterone.... Pulling out he's egging me on to hit it, so as soon as I got that low *******s headers clear of the driveway hump I sidestepped the clutch and hammered it. Manual steering with a 13" wheel, I'm balls sideways in the road looking out my drivers side window to see what direction I'm goin in and haulin on the wheel to get it back straight. Hit 6000, grabbed a handful of second gear and continued looking out the drivers window....looked over my shoulder at the 3 motorcycle cops sitting at the gas station right across the street...not hiding or anything. I was so wound up as I eased it out of the driveway I never even looked around. So I thought well, if I'm busted I'm busted, but i'm going down in infamy! Held the hammer, gave the cops a thumbs up and never lifted, finally got it straight and looked over at them, 2 waved back. I NEVER GOT PULLED OVER!!!! hahaha Scot
JIMMY WHITEI want to hear the story about that pic posted recently of the cop handing you back your license in the coupe....with a bud light on the roof hahah Thats got to be a hell of a story! Scot
1979, I was 15 years old. Been working on a '68 Mustang fastback for over a year. Had built 351 C., 4 speed. We took it uptown to the local muffler shop to have the exhaust done. We go to pick it up, my dad asked if I wanted to drive it back to the shop, he didn't have to ask twice, so away I go. Waiting to pull out on the main hiway, I spot 2 of my friends, so I rev up, dump the clutch, sideways all over the hiway, run up to a hundred, and turn off the highway to pull into the shop. Waiting for traffic to clear, meanwhile a Missouri State Trooper pulls up behind me. He comes up to the car and ask's for my license, I say I'm fifteen, and don't have one. The guys really starting to get pissed, when my Dad pulls up. My Dad admit's to letting me drive the car. Long story short, the take four points off my Dad's license, give him the ticket, and make me attend driving school.
Back in high school I was driving a '65 sedan deville that I bought off my uncle. It was holloween and I was heading home from school proudly wearing my Devil coustume (complete with creepy latex horns)when I decided to drop it into first under the overp*** so I could really hear the stupidly short gl***pack exhaust under full throttle. Of course as I came out I saw My very yellow light ahead and the Hiway patrol sitting at his red light. Needless to say I locked up all four wheels right in front of him into a smokey stop right at the line as my light turned red. When my light was green again I crept across the intersection and he of course followed and pulled me over. He ran my licence, registration, insurance, and asked for an explanation of what the "hell" was I thinking. After doing my best stupid-innocent-teenager impression, He said smugly "I was afraid you were gonna tell me the devil made you do it" and let me off with a warning!
Got pinched for speeding back in '88, which was not an uncommon event for me then. Well I went to court to plead guilty and cough up the money. I walked into the courtroom and it was wall to wall people!! We were packed in there like cattle going to the 'house. It took me 20 minutes to get through the line to register with the bailiff. The judge was 25 minutes late but when he came into the court room he was all business. He called all the officers to the bench and reamed them out for packing his courtroom with that many cases. He had 137 cases on the docket for that session. The judge said to the cops, "I don't care about your quotas, don't you ever write this many tickets for what are probably ******** offenses (the only time I EVER heard a judge swear on the bench)!! Then the judge said "Everyone who pleads guilty, come forward." About 2/3 of the crowd made their way up front. When we settled the judge gave us all a little lecture about the evils of excessive speed and such. Then he said something that was music to my ears. "All of you who were honest enough to admit your guilt from the beginning are hereby free to go. All cases dismissed." WTF!!! It was like the crowd at a Who concert when he said that. I didn't hang around to hear anything else. I still send that judge a Christmas card every year...(not really)
Feb this year. I was about 2 blocks from my house, pulled over for a dead p***enger low-beam headlight (an Original T3) on my 60 Buick. It decided to finally give up the ghost after 45 years AS I WAS TURNING onto my road from the main drag thru town, Old Route 66. Cop was coming the other way on 66, saw it flicker out as I turned. Ticketed for "Inadequate Equipment." $49 ticket cuz the occifer has ***hat-with-a-badge syndrome.
Back in the days before Prozac, and before old age, my temper was a bit quick to flare. My ex wife and I were having one of our yelling matches about how I was a lazy *** and didnt have any Christmas spirit. " How in the hell am I s'posed to have any fuggin Christmas spirit when I'm married to Mrs Scrooge?" With that she picked up a huge candle in the shape of a peace sign and threw it at my head. ( I know- The irony wasnt lost on me either) I ducked and it shattered against the wall. So I get in my 62 Econoline hippie van and head to the tree lot. The tree lot was a circus, complete with screaming children and fat old ladies telling their husbands to "turn the tree so I can see the other side" and them answering "that side will be against the goddam wall." I get the tree, pay too much, and I'm furious heading home. I put my foot to the accelerator and start home. Flashing lights....... "40 in a 25 zone" he says "Well If that was so, its the fastest that this piece of **** ever went." He handed me the ticket and said "Merry Christmas" I got home, pulled the tree out of the back, kicked open the front door, flung the greenery on the front room floor and screamed "MERRY ****ING CHRISTMAS" The marriage didnt make it till the next Christmas. I tell people this story now and they cant believe that I was that guy.. Funny how you mellow, aint it? I've been married to the sweetest gal for twenty years we never fight or say a cross word.
Another no-ticket story... I was a junior in highschool, I had just bought an 84 Cadillac Eldorado for $800, put some spokes on it and drove the hell out of it. One night we (4 friends and myself) go to a beach party in Moss Landing, On the way up there we stop by a liquor store to buy some tequila, we're all under age but somehow the cashier didn't ask my friend for an I.D. The party was really kickin (two kegs, and lots of girls) until a few rangers break it up... We talk to some people before we head off to another party in East Salinas. I p*** the street where the party is going on, and sit at a red light for awhile, (it's about 2am) my friends tell me to just make a u-turn.. they were like, "there isn't any cops around." So I look around see nobody and go for it. As I pull into the street where the party is going on, I hear sirens and a see the lights behind me. I start to **** bricks... I'm so scared, not of the cops, but of my dad. In the car we have an open bottle of Jose Cuervo, the p***enger has a cup of keg beer, and the back seat p***engers reek of marijuana... luckily I don't smoke, and hadn't drank that night. I tell them to start chewing gum and spray them with cologne. The p***enger takes off his hat and puts it over his cup. One of the kids in the back sits on the bottle of Cuervo. Two cops come over, one on each side of the car. I hand over license, registration and insurance to one officer while the other strikes up a conversation to the p***enger. He liked his hat! He asks my friend where he got it, My friend says Cancun (it's a straw hat) and the officer asks if he can see it... my friend drops the cup and kicks it under the seat and hands the hat to the officer. The officer tries it on and says... "Wow, I have one of these but not as nice... this thing is great.. Cancun you said? I gotta get me one of these next time I go." My friend gives him a nervous smiles, and says "Yup." The other cop comes back and says "You've only been driving for 5 months... you shouldn't have all these kids with you!" I say... "Yeah, I'm sorry." He looks at me as he gives me my license and paperwork back, "Well you boys were honest and respectful... have a nice night... don't stop at this party up the street, okay!" I say yes sir and drive away... We couldn't believe it.. We were so happy and surprised. That was the first of six times I got pulled over... Spokes on a Caddy in Salinas was not a great idea... but I was young... After the sixth time I got pulled over I sold the car and got myself a Toyota! real story... I got a few more but don't want to bore ya'll.
Ok here is my story, this would have been about 11 years ago when i first put my ride on the road. I had built a super slick hideaway front license plate using a power window motor. We had a law here then that stated you had to run a front plate (now we dont anymore), and who ever wanted to do that with a rod or custom really. So having built this hideaway plate set up i would flip it up in hidden mode for shows and such. So I was on my way home from work that day, zippin down the expressway here, and meet a cop car goin the opposite direction. Force of habit I always pay attention to those and watch what they do as they p***. This guy was on his brakes and cut thru the median and came back following me. It only took me a second to realize that i had been showing some friends my plate and how it worked and forgot to flip it down. I realized instantly he was after me. So as i slowed down i hit the switch and flipped the plate down. The officer comes up to my car, asks the question "how is it that you are able to drive around with no front license plate" and I replied that i have one, its on the front bumper, isnt it? Well he asks me out of the car to show him where it is, and we walk to the front of the vehicle, and to his surprise, there it is, right where i said it was. He stood for a few seconds all confused, and then told me it must not be visible enough and made me sit in his car with him while he went over all the things he "thought" were illegal on my ride. 20 minutes go by, and i get out of the car to leave, with no ticket, just verbal warning about a license plate that was clearly visible haha No ticket tho.
When i was a bicycle courier i received a few tickets but the best one was as follows: one for running 5 red lights, doing in excess of 40+ mph in a business district (35 mph speed limit), and riding on the sidewalk, apparently the cop just followed me then in the end wrote me up for riding on the sidewalk, (I had asked him what each on of the red light violations were: $250.00 ea I told him that was more money than I would make in 2 months. He said not to fight the ticket, but just pay it, or he would inform the judge of the othercharges.)
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