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"Nice drift" Clocked me at almost 20 over, four-wheel drifting through a favorite corner. Said he could tell I was definitely in control, and would just write me a "No Seatbelt" ticket (cheap, non-moving violation at the time, and I was strapped). Chuckling while he wrote it.
I had one really cool experience years ago. 3am on a highway with no traffic, my 900hp twin turbo Camaro against a supercharged Cobra. I won the race but was pulled over immediately afterwords. Thinking I'm going to jail and car impounded, officer walks up and asks for my license as I'm fumbling around for the insurance card. He says "did I ask you for it?". Nope, hold on a minute. Comes back a few minutes later and says "Fast car! Watch out with those tires (near bald drag radials), some prick cop will probably give you a ticket for that" And that was it. Very lucky the guy was so nice.
After handing him a stack of PBA cards, he says "what are you organizing and collecting these? Do you know anyone that isn't a cop? Do me a favor, call up this guy (he knew) and tell him I'm arresting you and ripping up his card" It was a funny 2 minutes.
I've gotten"What were you thinking" quite a few times to which I reply "all my concentration was on my driving its not easy to drive that fast"
While not exactly funny, it was, "Hey, I know your sister, she still live around here?" After being pulled over for driving too fast in my 280Z with two female passengers aboard. (In case I'm being too subtle, the 280Z was a two seater so I was a bit over capacity.) I may have also been over capacity on my alcohol intake as well. All of this in about 1978 or so. He had a couple extra cars helping him out when he stopped me. Figured I was in pretty deep ****. Told me to drive SLOWLY back to the bar I had left (turns out they had followed me out of the parking lot) drop off the girls, and then drive SLOWLY home. Still have a picture of the car, I have no idea who the girls were. Almost 40 years later, it seems funny to me now, but at the time? Not so much. D Image Unavailable, Please Login
Nice! I did the same thing (with girls) in high school. My Dad had an MG midget and I took it to school one day and when I came out at the end of the day there were a couple of girls looking at it commenting how cute it was. I of course said want to go for a ride which they did. It was a good icebreaker.
I was pulled over and had no idea why. The cop claimed I was speeding in a 25 mph zone. He was a younger guy and very cordial, asking questions about my 328. After a bit of small talk I tried to tell him that I wasn't speeding. His response was "Dude, you're driving a Ferrari, you're supposed to speed". He sent us on our way without so much as a warning.
In Holland, by the Royal Marechaussee (they were driving 911s), "We heard there was one in country, can we have a look?" In north Walton county, middle of nowhere, "When driving one of these... you need to hold yourself back."
Many years ago back in Australia, late one night I got stopped by an RBT (random breath test) patrol on my way back from the service station. I don't drink, so never worry about these things, and I was distracted because I was working through a difficult coding problem in my head while I drove. Finally the cop got to my car, leaned in the window and asked "Anything to drink tonight?" Still distracted, and only half listening, I replied "No thanks", to which he said "You know, I'm not a f*cking barman." Image Unavailable, Please Login
Not the Ferrari, but a brand new Carerra with the full factory GT3-style aero kit. Looked much more potent than it was. 210 Fwy Eastbound, Shawdow Hills area, approximately 1:30 am. Exhausted and headed home after a seventeen hour long shift. Not paying attention, and yet doing about 115 mph. Suddenly lit up by CHP. Pull over. Engine off; window down; both hands on the wheel; license, registration, and insurance in hand. Need valid DL to work, so absolutely cannot afford to get arrested or suspended! Damn, damn, damn. Officer approaches. Officer: Nice car! I bet this thing's pretty fast, isn't it? Me: Uhmmm... I suppose so, officer. (Is he being sarcastic? How am I supposed to answer that one?) Officer: Well then, let's see what this sunuvabitch will do. Officer: (steps back and enthusiastically motions like a flight deck crew member) You're cleared for takeoff! Wha... ? Really? Okay, what the hell? Fire it up and blast away. Look back... no one in pursuit. Whew!
Coworker at the dealer pulled over by an unmarked car driving a PWagen 930. Cop checks DL and tells him it is his lucky day. He just won a case of beer proving he could catch a 930. I was pulled over with close friend late after having had too many. 2 cops split us up and start asking questions. Long story but I was wearing working clothes and he was wearing coat and tie. Buddy tells cop "sorry. I've had too much to drink and I called my friend to give me a ride home". I tell cop "sorry my friend is drunk, he called me to give him a ride home". Cops walk us back to the car and one puts his hand on my buddies shoulder and says "you should be glad you have a sober friend to give you a ride". I neglected to tell them my buddy called from the next bar stool over.
I worked at a Ferrari dealer for over 2 years with an expired drivers license. I got pulled over so many times. I kept getting the same lecture "slow down!!! put a dealer plate on it!!! Carry your wallet!!!". I finally chickened out and renewed my license. Everyone else got tickets. I never argued, I was just polite and got away with all kinds of ****.
Okay, another one. 1998, flying down Wilshire Blvd, Beverly Hills area, again at around 1:30 am. This time, leaving a party and had a few too many to drink. (I know, I know. I was young and stupid.) BMW M Roadster, top down. Woman beside me is pissed and yelling at me to slow down - which, of course, only makes me drive faster. Suddenly, two consecutive signals ahead of me turn red at the same time. Going too fast to stop, no one else in sight, so I blow through both of them. Motorcycle cop comes out of nowhere and lights me up. Both hands on the wheel; license, registration, and insurance in hand; woman still nagging, only at a lower volume because we're no longer doing 70 mph in a convertible with the top down. "I told you to slow down, blah, blah, blah." Cop approaches. Asks for the stuff (license, etc.), so I hand it to him. Cop: You know why I stopped you? Me: Yep! Cop: Why did I stop you then? Me: (sounding proud of myself) Because I blew through two red lights! Cop: So why did you blow through those lights? Me: Because I was speeding and couldn't stop! Cop chuckles and struggles to regain his composure. After about thirty seconds of pondering what to say next... Cop: Let me ask you a question. What's the speed limit on Wilshire? Me: (truly having no clue what the correct answer to that question was in my current state) Uhhhh... 45? Cop: Good guess. Here's your stuff - drive carefully. Cop walks away. I turn to the woman with a cocky grin on my face and find that she's silent. Fire the Roadster back up, and off we go!
Back in 1990, my crazy Porsche mechanic got pulled over in a silver 1980 911SC, clocked doing 128 mph on I-75 in Florida. Trooper asked, "Can you tell me why you were driving 128 mph?" Mechanic said, "Because it doesn't go any faster." Off to jail, car impounded. Some people have no sense of humor.