I got one...same road in my '88 'vette convertable...I think it was 1990. I had a Lingenfelder 383 and was "cruising" about 150. They clocked me with a Cesna and VASCAR (oldy goldy!!) and waited for me on the Naples end at the toll plaza. I got ticket for 120 and got 12 points and a suspension on the spot. I did the 8 hour traffic school and got 3 points shaved and my license back...The Alley is NOT the road to try it!! We've got some long straights thru the cane fields here in Palm Beach County that are much "safer". Be careful

 

Where have I been.....?!

 

Got a ticket alunching my STi to 85 MPH from one stop light to the next light at a 35MPH zone. The cop pulled me over and asked me to turn off my engine. I asked him why and he told me "because you might take off." Anyways, I didn't show up on the court day and appeared in court two weeks later. I thought I might get free on the no show ($800) by telling the judge that the court misspelled my last name and get traffic school for the speeding ticket. The judge told me that traffic school is not an option but he'll dismiss the no show. When I walked up to the cashier to pay for the speeding fine, the asian lady told me "You owe $351 for no show." I guess the judge is soooo old that he dismissed the speeding violation instead of the no show.

 

I was goin to Kingston (2 hours away from Montreal) to sell my rims the other week. On my way there i was goin on average at 140 trying not to speed too much as i have a big history with speading tickets.
I dunno if this happens to you guys but when i am with a friend in my car driving on the highway my speed tends to keep goin up and up without me realizing! Anyways an undercover cop comes out of nowhere i didnt even see him coming up to me he just poped up and hit me with a ticket for going 171 km/h. He gave a court date and all that...
I sell the rims bla bla bla on the way back, my friend falls asleep so i get bored and decide to f**k arround with the car, ten minutes later a cop runs on to the highway about a mile in front of me making me signs to pull over. There was a cop hiding under the bridge with a radar detector and he clocked me goin 148!
As soon as the cop came to my friend's window to talk to me, my friend wakes up and the first thing he sees is another cop in his face and he says: "AGAIN!".
I tried to argue with the cop and basically told him to have mercy on me since i allready got another huge ticket. But no, i ate another $287 ticket with another court date!

 

I crowned the hill, saw him and just pulled over thinking I was hosed.

No ticket. I knew the cop from the ER.

The job has its benefits.

 

1999, my old e34 5 series early am into nyc . fdr south by bklyn bridge. stupid to ever get caught there, but i guess i was just pooped that morning and not paying attention.
cop nabs me pulls me over and issues the ticket.
at the time i was working nr WTC area and theres a dmv traffic court on rector street , only moments away.
so, when i get the court date, naturally its in harlem. opposite end of manhattan (in more ways than one).

my carefully crafted strategy..

standard cancel and reschedule a few times, until they insist i show up...strike one.

its a almost a year later and i figure maybe the cop is not avail or retired or gone whatever, so i show up at the 125st dmv building and lo and frickin behold, he's actually there to open the main door to the building for me with a friendly "hey , how you doin'?" strike two.

judge time. we both stand there, cop blabs off the laser inspection test spiel and judge asks me if i have any questions, well i dramatically whip out my ezpass statement (think felix unger here) that showed me at the midtown tunnel at X time and that i was caught at Y location at Z time, so that my traveling speed had to be well below the charged 60mph.(in a 40)
judge,after thoughtful consideration for say, 2 seconds, responds with a 'guilty, next case'. looks like strike 3, but wait (my last ditch argument that i fouled it off) i play the race card! (we were all white guys, cop looked like biff from BTTF movie)
i accused them of jacking up the ticket counts on white guys like me in bmws to offset the bad NYPD press from the abner louima thing and other problems.
naturally this resulted in my immediate ejection from the game, and a threat to charge me with contempt.

next batter.

 

hmm...let me see. Was a junior in high school and i was in my truck with 3 Kicker Solobaric 12s on the highway doing around 95-100 in a 55 speed zone. So here we are me and my boy bobbing our heads up and down to the music(think it was DMX) which was so loud that we didnt hear the two state troopers behind us yelling on there loud speakers for us to pull over and with there sirens on...until i decided to look in my rear view mirrors and saw them and pulled over...thanks...

 

Best story I've got happened about a year ago. On my motorcycle ('03 Honda CBR600RR) riding home from work at ~3am. Lived out in the country at the time and had a nice 1.5 mile stretch of flat and straight road before the turn in to my neighborhood. Right before the straight there are a few chicanes you can take at around 80-85 if you hang off the bike and lean it way down. I punch it coming out of the last turn, easily running it up to the 15,750 rpm redline in 6th gear to where it just will not go any faster. At this point I'm doing 167 mph, keep it at that speed for a second and then sit up and start slowing down to turn into my neighborhood. Here's where it gets interesting. I'll give everyone a play-by-play.

I turn in and am running around 40 in a 35, slow down to turn into my driveway, park the bike, shut it down, get off, remove the helmet, hear sirens in the distance, pause for a second to try and figure out which direction they are coming from, start walking towards the front door, get keys out of the pocket, insert key in lock......cop comes hauling around the corner in an unmarked Z-28 Camaro, lights flashing and sirens wailing. I'm dumbfounded, standing there in full leathers, helmet in hand, with my key in the lock. I thought I'd be clever and pretend like I was going out the front door to go for a ride. Cop locks up the brakes and skids to a stop at the end of my driveway, attempting to block the exit. I must have looked like a deer in headlights, especially when he got out and drew his gun from behind his open door. He yells at me to turn around, drop the helmet, and put my hands on the back of my head. I do, and go ahead and lie face down on the sidewalk. He comes up and cuffs me and then sits me up.

With the gun still drawn, he asks me "Why are you running from me?". I must have looked surprised because he didn't find my reaction amusing. He tells me that he's had alot of calls about bikes speeding down the back road and was sitting ~500 yards from the intersection where I turned right at the 4 way stop and then opened her up. He says at that point he turned on his headlights, flashing lights, sirens, etc.... and starts to chase me. I told him that I didn't even see him (true) and that I would have pulled over if I had noticed. After going back and forth on this he puts the gun away and takes off the cuffs. Writes me a ticket for 77 in a 45 and told me that was the fastest he got me on radar before I disappeared into the chicanes but he knew I was going faster because I was already off the straight when he got on it. I happily accepted the ticket knowing full well he could have arrested me, impounded my bike, and taken me to jail.

I went to court for the hell of it, and only because I had the day off work already. Good thing because the ticket ended up being reduced to a moving violation of not having a light illuminating the license plate. Still cost me 15 bucks plus 110 bucks in court costs. That story is probably the most interesting and I've slowed down considerably since then but in total I've been pulled 14 times and received 2 written tickets, that being the more interesting of the two.

 

I had a similar thing happen on my CBR600 a handful of years back. I used to ride the back roads to college, and where I rode was on the outskirts of the county so there was only one state cop on patrol out there (small chance of ever seeing the guy, too). One sunny day I was just having a nice brisk ride in to class, not really pushing it or anything. I probably ran 80-100mph on average, touching 150 on a 2 mile straight. It turns out I had picked up that lone state boy in a frickin' MINIVAN, and been chased by the guy for about 10 miles without even knowing it. You can be sure that if I had any clue the guy was a mile or two back trying desperately to catch up, that I would've disappeared! When he caught up, I was calmly at the back of a line of traffic uphill after some s-curves - so I never saw him coming until he was right on my tail.

I pulled over, and he exited the minivan in a huff. All red in the face, he angrily grabbed the key from my bike, as if I was going to run. I wanted to say, "If I was going to run on a bike I sure as hell would not have pulled over first." Regardless, he was steamed so he wrote me up for reckless driving - 6 points, treated as heavily as an alcohol offense, and stays on record for 3 years - yikes! Of course, I took it to court. Clearer heads prevailed that day, and it was reduced to careless - 3 points, 2 years duration. Not pretty, but much better.

You live and you learn...

 

No ****! nice job covering your own ***. That's a winner for sure.

 

I was driving down PCH at around 5:30 coming home from work, going about 80-ish. I was coming up on a traffic light and as I got close it turned yellow, so I punched it (probably got up to 85, I was driving a 525i at the time) and right before I get to the light, some idiot in the right lane cuts out right in front of me at about 40 mph. So, I brake and yank my car around him, but its too late to make the light and to late to stop, so I run it at about 75 mph... and as I go through the intersection, I notice a Laguna Beach PD car at the light, just about to make a right (into my lane), but stopped to avoid me. Ouch. So, I slow it down to about 45 and cruise, he pulled up behind me, then pulls me over. I've got this whole story in my head I'm going to tell him about how the guy cut me off, and I would have made the light and he comes up to the window and says "I think you made that light." He then asks me for my license and registration, and says "Are you going home from work?". I said yes. He takes my DL back to his car, then comes back and says, "Can you do me a favor?" I said "Yea, sure". He says "Slow down." Then he gives me back my license and registration, and drives off.

Not a ticket I know, but close.

 

I got caught doing 85 in a 30 residential Zone in Pembroke England, you might say "wooo 80" but its nearly 3 times the allowed speed, at the time I was in a cappo turbo, I only owned it five minutes and I had my picture taken with it. Sweet car, sweet as a nut, only 660cc I burned 100's of cars off the road. Im in no way selling anything im just a customer of danys so if you’re interested in looking at the type of car myself and my brother(God bless him) were pulled in go to www.cappuccinosport.com. Savage car for small money.

 

Ok, this story is missing two things... what kind of car was the cop driving, and what kind of car were you driving?

 

You can do this? Don't you have to have your car in for service or something? What do they do, just rent you one of the loaners?

 

133 on a motorcycle, caught because they radared me from an exit ramp (never saw them) about 12 miles before the toll bridge - they blocked the tolls and backed up traffic a little as I approached.

I was on a Kawasaki GPZ 1100, at the time the first fuel injected stock motorcycle,

Maybe I could have done something nuts at the toll, the sidewalks looked passable... but there had been a recent police-killing
(trooper Lamonica, RT80, NJ) and they were *****-out looking for the killers who were thought to be hiding locally.

When they had me handcuffed in the back seat of the cruiser, and had searched me and the motorcycle, only then did they begin to believe my story (I was late for work)

I was fortunate where they radared me, as top end was about 154 and I was tached out several times.

Moved to FLA, got FLA license, returned to NJ for court, paid the fine and "lost NJ driving privileges" for 60 days - the day before I flew back to FLA. The out of state license made it impossible for them to harm me back then, tickets did not transfer state to state.

 

One time a few years ago I was driving my friends recently acquired new Honda Civic 5 Speed (Vtec I guess, EX). I was just messing around with it and was going down a 4 lane road at the speed limit. Come up to a red light. Light turns green and I accelerate aggresively and chirp in to 2nd gear, and there was a cop standing on the sidewalk right at the exact spot where I chirped it and he saw me coming, or rather heard me then looked, and pulled out his pad and tried to write down the tag. He probably got the license ID but whatever I was back in my jeep within 2 minutes and we were out.

 

Well, I've had many speeding ticket so far through only 23 years, but this one time, while in my 99 C230K that i have recently sold, I was coming off a bypass road before a toll to get on too I95 up here in South Portland, ME. As I'm coming off this road it turns to 2 lanes and there is a light at the end and you can only go left or right ( both lanes can go left ). And this road is near the Maine Mall, and it is Christmas time. As I'm coming up to the light there is someone in the right lane going left. I also wanted to go left, so I pulled up beside him. It was only a newer white chevy impala.

The light is still red as we sit there waiting for the light. I look over at him, and he looks staight paying no attention to me. As soon as the light turns I take off slowly (I'm not in too much a hurry). Well I look in my mirror and he isn't there, I look over my shoulder and he's in my blind spot, so I step on it to see what he has and to get by him. Well I can hear his engine revving, but I fly a head of him in a hurry, about 3 to 4 car lengths ahead and than I get in the right lane. When I look back to see where he is, I see blue lights come from his grill. I was likewhat the F*#%, you've got to be kidding.

As he comes up to the car, he is in civilian clothes and in a panic he asks for registration and all that. I can see that he is all worked up when he talks and when he doesn't he's like a panting dog. It was so funny (not at the time, but looking back), So I show him my military ID and he hands it back and say "let's keep it down out here, there's still a lot of people Christmas shopping."

 

Got a warning for excessive speed: 145 in a 45MPH.

Showing off to an out of town relative in a 911, flew past a FHP Mustang on 395/MacArthur Causeway ~midnight 12/24/93. Not smart.

Didn't notice until the guy caught up on 836.

Still have the written warning.

 

My first 'nice' car was a previously enjoyed 1991 E34 M5. Got it right outta law school when I started working for a really cool high-profile criminal defense lawyer who drove an 850 with a personalized plate that said NOTGLTY. Anyway, we were heading out to Court in a county about 60 miles away for a 9:00 docket and we were on an open road at about 8:00 a.m. We were in my M5 post DINAN tuning: cam gears, ECU and suspension. My 'Boss' really wanted to see how my M5 pulled and kept goading me to get into it. I finally obliged him and crested a hill at 110 when a highway patrol flashed his lights and ended the fun. He asked "where are you off to in such a hurry?" I explained that we needed to be in court and gave him the Judge's name (who had a reputation for being all business and no fun at all) and the Trooper said "I wouldn't want to be late either, lets keep it down though, O.K?" And he gave me a WARNING!!! I still have the warning 'reminder' in the glove box of my CLK55. P.S. I really miss that old M5 ... Not a screamer by today's standards, but a really cool old car!

 

I mixed it up with a Turbo S for a couple miles and was waiting for him when he cleared the traffic bolus behind us. We were heading uphill at a pretty good angle on a 6 lane highway. I was holding the speed steady at 63mph in 3rd gear while the Porsche came up. When he reached my back bumper he floored it as did I. I pulled him a couple car lengths when I shut down. At this point I see two radar cops in the bushes 200 yards up the highway. Busted..OOps.

Racing on the street is good for impoundment and this had me very nervous for a few minutes. I just knew it would be a big fat racing ticket and loss of car and............jail.

It turned out they had us on their radar the whole stretch from their vantage point. He picked me up at 63 and watched me go to 95. The Porsche gave up at 87 after I shutdown at 95 according to the cop. Damn, they got me dead to rights.

In the end, the other guy got cited for 85 and reckless driving.
I was let go with a warning and a no front plate ticket.

 

Quite a few years back. I was driving to meet up with some friends to go bird hunting. I had about a 120mile trip out there. I had to work that Saturday and got off in the afternoon and was trying to make it out there before dark. So, in my 87 Mustang GT, I had a bag of clothes, shotgun, shotgun shells, hunting dog (I was just out of college and didnt have enough coin for a truck yet!). The speedo in that car topped out at 85, so I have no idea how fast I was really going. I know it was somewhere near 100. After traveling at this speed for about 1/2 hour, an NHP car passes me going the other way...split highway with no barrier....I see him hit the rollers and U-turn. I kept it pegged, I was only a mile or so from a town. I pulled into a gas station and parked behind it. I saw him go past on the highway....he did not see me get off on the exit I was so far ahead of him. I went inside, got a drink and a hotdog and sat at a table outside of the gas station for about 20 minutes. In that time, I saw 2 more HP cars go in the same direction as the other HP. They were all traveling in the direction I was heading. I waited another 20 minutes.....no more HP in sight. So, I get back on the highway cautiously doing around 70. After about 20 miles, I figure I'm probably safe. So, I kick it back up to my previous speed of above 85. I was approaching 3 or 4 semi trucks...one of them in the fast lane, the others in the slow. I slow to his speed in the fast lane waiting for him to clear the other trucks and move over. As he is passing the last truck (the one leading the pack) I see it.......an NHP car is in front of that truck. I slow to drop back, but he's got me. He hits his rollers and moves into the fast lane and starts decelerating with me. I pull over. Of course he comes up gun drawn. Very dramatic vehicle exit for me...hands out the window, drop the keys, open the door with my right hand....face on the hood! Cuffed and sitting in his car...the other troopers catch up. They go through my car, find the guns (I had a handgun that I always take hunting as well....it was not loaded). After much questioning and me playing stupid it came out.....they could not say with much certainty it was me. All they knew was a white car. I know they knew it was me, but I figure since I had nothing illegal in the car and was being very polite and cooperative they let me go!

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A few years later I had sold that car and just bought myself a brand new 89 Mustang GT. Decided to take a trip down to San Fran for the weekend with the girlfriend. I'm heading down I80 and just before Sacramento (in Auburn) I get pulled over by NHP in a 5.0 mustang. He gives me a ticket for 10 over the speed limit. I pull out and merge back into traffic.....he comes after me and pulls me over again! This time ranting and raving telling me to get out of the car....and I'm hot. He's yelling at me, I'm yelling at him....my girlfriend had the brains to tell me to shut up and calm down.....he gives me another ticket...this time for 20 over the speed limit. I had not made it 2 miles down the road. There was no way I was speeding....he was just being a jerk....or perhaps racist.....it was a black HP...and here I am this 20yr old kid with a tall blonde girlfriend who is at least a 9, and in a brand new 5.0. (I dunno, I'm just speculating here....). I went to court to fight the 2nd ticket...not the first one....only the 2nd one. While driving back down there for court, I had an epiphany. The 2 tickets were only 2 mile markers apart. I figured that for me to be traveling the speed he said I was there would have been at least 3.5 miles between the 2 tickets. Got to court, pled guilty to the first and gave the judge my story on the second. He asked the bailiff to fetch a calculator. Sure enough, I mathematically disproved the 2nd ticket! The patrolman was placed on administrative leave pending an investigation....turns out the judge had seen him in court with questionable tickets recently. I actually found a practical use for math!

 

wifey and i are on business trip. i left radar detector in other car, so I set cruise at 61MPH. state cop passes going opposite direction , turns around and writes me for 63 in a 55. Wife is pissed.

Continue journey. Wifey are I are talking about radar as we are coming around corner. Cop is setting next to 50MPH speed sign, I look down and I am doing 45MPH- no problem. Wrong--- lights come on cop says I am speed ing at 45MPH I say in a 50- nope in a 30 . Sign was back in city two miles- what a *****. I took photos of cop and speed sign togther will ttry to post later

Think I get a lawyer on these.

 

I think it was 4 tickets... all in California.

1) In my MR2 after the local runs. my friend and I was on the way home, and I decide to take the highway routh (not needing it to get home). well, I saw a local sheriff at the light before entering the highway, didn't think of it too much. so I told my friend let's see how fast I can go from one exit to another. BIG MISTAKE! the sheriff i saw earlier got me for 80mph, (was doing over a little over 100). he said he was following me for a while, until i decide to cut a turn at high speed. anyways, I was trying to play it off, but he didn't budge.

Went to Court, got it dismiss because he didn't show up!
1 -0 for me

2) second ticket. running a red light. got it... went to court, got it dismissed
2-0

3) passing on the right side. got it went to court, got it dismissed
3-0

4) following too close... got it went to court, loss!
3-1

overall, i guess 75 pct of getting out of ticket is better than 0 pct.

 

who did u know? nice job btw on parking somewhere dark. i did that before too.

 

Well when I was 16 my first car was a 1981 Ford Escort (I had to pay for my first car myself, if I did not wreck it by the time I graduated they got me a new one)... Not the best of cars but it was fun.. I drove the shiat out of it. On occasion I would jump the car coming out of a underpass that dipped under some railroad tracks. I would get up to about 80 an fly through the underpass and when I cam out the other side it would ramp up quit a bit. One night I decided I would do this with my new girlfriend and her friend in the car. I did it and all went well they though it was awesome. They then told me about a cool spot that one guy had jumped in his truck. Me being the new kid in town from the bigger city, I wanted to be cool. They took me there and showed me an I was like I could do that, they were like hell yeah do it... I proceeded to build up speed and as I approached the ramp I backed down... They were like boooo.. I said I am not going o put you guys in danger of this for if I wrecked then I would get in deep **** for you two as well.. So I turned around and let them out by the ramp. I then went back to the end of the dirt road and built up speed. I got up to about 85mph an hit the ramp as I did the front end splashed dirt everywhere and I lost momentum. I went into the air with a lot less speed then I needed... Crash I landed dead on the tracks and High Centered my car on the tracks. My girlfriend and her friend came running up, oh shiat. Then a cop pulled up watching the whole thing. My girlfriend freaks and says "Hi Dad"... Cop says what the hell are you doing with a dumb son of a ***** like this numb nits that tries to jump a car over railroad tracks. She says "This is my boyfriend". He says some real choice words and I get my jack out of the car and start jacking my car over each track... finally he comes up to me and tells me to hurry for in 10 minutes there is going to be a train. I hurry and get it off with his help in about 9 minutes. Which there still is not train. It tells me I am a lucky SOB and cuffs me. Puts the cuffs on way to tight, my girlfriend yelling at him the whole time, my girfriend's friend take my car to her house and I go to the PD with the cop or GF's Dad which ever way you look at it, I prefer cop... Girlfriend gets in the front seat, what a girl.. The whole time he is calling me name s and stuff... We get to the PD and she tells me to fight it that she will testify in my defense. I am like no I was dumb and that I will step up to it. He tries to charge me with Wreckless driving and Wreckless endangerment (no Jail but over $1500 in fines) and on his statement says that his daughter was in the car... BS... Then I tell her and she gets really pissed. Then she says you need to fight it again. This time I am like hell yeah I am. I play it off to the cop and ask him if I can go home. I was an All-State Football player and he was giving me a hard time I thought... So I go home and tell my parents what had happened an my GF is there and tells them too... They were fairly cool about it (as cool as one could be and a hell of a lot cooler then I would have ecpected), they said they appreciated my honesty and telling them and that they will look into a lawyer. to make a long enough story shorter, I go to my initial ticket hearing and plead not guilty and the judge tries to persuade me not to.. My lawyer says your honor it is his right. Judge says it is his *** then. My lawyer throw's some legal jabber at him and also states that we are going to counter sue the city for the mistreatment and abuse with the handcuffs (GF took pictures of the deep cuts they made) then he asks for this to be a jury trial. Judge grants it.

I go to court and the only person testifying in the City's favor is the cop. It comes to my turn and his daughter gets up and testifies and tells the whole story and talks abou how her dad is blah blah blah... She also adds that she has pictures of the cuts on my wrists from the handcuff's and that

The Wreckless endangerment and the wreckless driving get thown out as long as I did not counter-sue and then they tell me they will let me off with a speeding ticket of 45 in a 30 with a fine of $65..

I am fine with that.. PHEW, I got off...

Needless to say after boning his daughter I broke up with her and the last year I was in that town was hell...