Got chased though VT.

[VAPORBLADE]

I thought I would share a story, one of my favorite driving stories of all time!

During my sophomore year of college (1997) I was returning to my dorm from work. It was about 9PM in early September and the leaves were just starting to change. I remember the smell of autumn entering though the car's open windows - I love that smell. I had some trance on (I think it was Chrystal Method old skewl) and the 10" JL's were kicking it pretty good. At some point through the back mountain roads of Stowe VT a Jetta GTI (late 80's early 90's) made it's way onto my ass without me knowing. I see the distinctive rectangle headlamps shining in my rear view and I am basically saying to myself "Whatever - shitball - pass me."

About five minutes of that crap and I ended up getting annoyed. So I did what any mature person would do, I pulled over and let him pass, right? wrong. I did what any immature college kid would do - I floored it. Now all I knew was it was a Jetta GTI, and it was black. I had no idea if he had done anything to the car or not, and I assumed it was some guy that went to the same school as I did. I was about 30 miles out from the school, so who knows.

I was ready though, I was in my 87 e with stock motor! LOL. However, I did have a nice Racing Dynamic set of springs with some Bilstein sport shocks under me, and I was willing to play. At that time Dinan was the only real chip you could buy, and I had that on board as well.

Well, I was flying about 90 around these tight back road corners and that Jetta was still on my ass. I was able to shake him from time to time, but he managed to find his way right back onto my ass. So I did what anyone would have done - I pressed on - harder. My 15" Borbet's wrapped in Yokohama AVS's were not even making a sound as I was putting the car to the test. Chrystal Method blasting about as hard as the pioneer was willing - when it happened.

Now this is like the part when they pause an episode of the Dukes of Hazard, and this tool comes on speaking about how crazy shit was going to turn out.

I came over a rise to see this GMC sierra (probably an '86) turning off the road - and just then I catch a glimpse of what looked to be a dark green Chevy lumina in front of it continuing on the same road I was on. Not to leave out that I was about 99% sure I saw a reflective yellow sticker that said Vermont State Police on the bottom of the bumper. So I backed off...way off...but still keeping the 5-0 in site. The Jetta backed off as well, so I was assuming that he saw the same thing I did.

But I guess he didn't. He has made up the gap between himself and I and this is when the GTI decided he wanted to one up the ol' e30 and passed me like nothing - on a corner - on a double yellow - in a 25 going about 60. (well he passed me like nothing because I knew about the cop two car lengths up.) As soon as he saw that cruiser he lit up the road like the 4th of July with brake lights, he locked them up because I smelled it.

All three of us were then driving single file - the speed limit (25) for about one minute, but it seemed like forever. We were all probably wondering what was going to happen next. Then out of nowhere the State Police car pulls over. The Jetta moves past the cruiser like a dog with it's tail between it's legs, and I am slowing up with a feeling of laughter, and sadness at the same time. As the cruiser pulls out behind the Jetta -

BAM blue lights, the Jetta pulls over, and I move on past laughing my ass off - like crazy evil laughter.


Please share other stories if you have some like this! :)

[Tree18is]

loved it

i would share, but my grammer and spelling suck so it wouldn't make any sense.. but there good!, loved the story BTW.
later man.

[euroshark]

I raced an Audi once in my '87 Alfa Milano 2.5...

Some black 1.8T wagon with two guys in it, radar detector, bike rack like all the tools in Boulder Colorado... I passed him in the left lane, moved back over in front of him just minding my business, but apparently passing is considered racing so he darts out in the left lane and his buddy flips me off!

Against my better judgement, I followed him as he took off. We were about even to 80mph when I passed him, and from then to 120mph I had no fear of him catching me. Just as I was about to slow down, a Ford Explorer (some fat old woman driving it) pulls onto the highway with no signal, and crosses two lanes right in front of me...

I didn't lose control, I didn't lock up my brakes, I just moved into the left shoulder. But as luck would have it, the exact place where I moved over was under a bridge where the walls came in toward the highway. Good thing the Alfa was tiny... I blasted through the tunnel at over 100mph with inches (or less) to spare on either side of the car... Concrete on the drivers side, Ford Explorer on the passenger side.

White knuckles, sucka.

I decided that it was stupid and I should never do anything like that again, and I didn't... for a while... Till one night I was changing highways up this huge sweeping flyover, and this prick in an E36 325is flashed me to move over, so I did... Then I followed him, weaving through traffic (dumb) and passed him just as we were entering the highway. It was bad ass, and I was pretty proud of that Italian piece of shit!

[Erick]

I think I have a better one. I swear on the authenticity of this and I have everyone that was there (including someone in this forum) that could back me up on this.

April '05 - Coming back from a drift event in Ocala, FL... us SFL guys were caravanning down in about 5 cars. 300+ mile trip. At the time I was driving my black e30, which if anyone remembers, that thing had no front end and I was driving it like it was all gravy.

We were on the Turnpike, a 2 lane highway, and using both lanes. 50 miles into the trip. We're cruising at about 90 when a white Chrysler 300C shows up but doing at least 120. We could've been nice about it and let him pass, but after tailgating us, we decided to fuck around with him. We basically boxed him in and were cruising at 40mph. I was next to him and my friend in the passenger seat noticed that his passenger was writing down something... probably tags. We didnt think much of it, and as soon as the toll came, he passed and we just kept doing our own thing.

Then we hit some construction and they closed off one lane with cones. Some people started slaloming through the cones, while the rest just watched.

Later on, some people started being smart and passing on emergency lanes. That's when crap started getting out of control because if I got pulled over with them, we'd all take the same damn blame for everything.

Couple miles later, I'm leading the pack since I"m the only one with a radar detector. Cruising at 90-95 the radar goes off right before a bridge. I slow down and call the guys on the 2-way radios. One genious with no radio in his car used his CD player and headphones. Flew by under the bridge @ 100+. Turns out the FHP had another car pulled over on the onramp. Lucky us.

Probably a good 200 miles into the trip now, people start getting bored and throwing food out of the window, trying to hit the rest of us. Since I have no front end, my oil cooler gets creamed with a muffin. The guy who put that muffin on my oil cooler pulls next to me to tell me about his accomplishment. Driving rear view mirror to rear view mirror, with another one tailgating us, we drive right by a Florida Highway Patrol doing 90. I look in the rear view mirror and surely lights come up and I see him doing the U-turn.

Fuck.

I pull to the right already and most people line up behind me, just waiting. One genious just downshifts and makes a run for it. The FHP reaches me and cuts me off, slowly driving me to the breakdown lane. Someone behind me tried to be smart and swerve to the left lane and try to pass. He caught up with the cop quicker than the cop could go block him on the left lane.... so this kid ended up forcing the cop to swerve back to the right, going straight off the highway and into the dirt.

And we all pull over. I am the 3rd in line (out of 4) and the cop parked behind the last guy and started walking from car to car. I just pulled all my info (license, registration, insurance) and put them on top of my dash along with my keys.

The cop comes over from the passenger side ready to start ranting like "You know exactly what you were do.." and he sees all my information and quickly rephrases "You've done this before huh?". I just handed him everything and he started "Well we got a call about you guys about 200 miles back, we have had reports of reckless driving, etc etc" and mentioning probably every moment that I have mentioned in this entire post.

When he asked my story, I explained that when he saw us, my friend was trying to tell me that there was something in my front end. As the cop moved to the next car in front of me, he looks back and sees the muffin... waves his head and keeps walking foward.

I had no idea wtf was going to happen. I was ready to get the cuffs.

After a 1/2 hour wait, the trooper comes back to my car and hands me my license and says "You are all the most deliquent drivers I have probably ever seen in my life. It is clear that none of you have the capability of driving together. Now I will let you go, however each of you will be leaving in 10 minute increments"

After waiting our share we all went and met up at the next rest stop. Every single person gave a different explanation to the cop as to what we were doing. None of our stories matched AT ALL.

In the end, no tickets we issued. We were the luckiest motherfuckers in the world. To this day, the only thing I can imagine is that the cop didnt have the resources or the will to have 5 cars impounded and take us away.

Morals of the story:
Only caravan if you know exactly who is caravanning with you.
Anything you do on the highway will look 10x more obvious when you are caravanning.

- Erick

[AdironRider]

Double yellows are only a suggestion in VT. You can pass anywhere as long as its deemed "safe" by the Po-nine.

Which actually reminds me of a funny ass story about driving my gf's subaru. I hate subs for the life of me, unless its a wrx, but I will admit they rock in the snow. So Im bombing along the Kangamangus highway in NH when I come up on what I thought was just an old broad in what appeared to be a lumina. It had been snowing hard and the roads were awful and this car was going maybe 20 in a 55 zone. The subaru could handle the speed limit given awd and the conditions so I move out to pass. Turns out its an unmarked cop car and I knew it was a double yellow. So as Im passing this guy doing 65 or so I see the blues come on from beneatht the front grill and he put his staty hat on and Im like oh shit. Anyways since Im going much faster than him I just keep going for a bit through a couple turns waiting for a decent place to pull over but keeping the speed up since he already got me for speeding. Sure enough as hes giving it some gas to get up on my bumper he spins a complete 180 (thanks to his rwd and a v8 ) into a snowbank. I just kept right on moving. I laughed so fucking hard I cried.

[TerribleONE]

I just pulled all my info (license, registration, insurance) and put them on top of my dash along with my keys.
- Erick

definetely the best thing to do, always impresses the cops..

[Fidhle007]

Route 9 near Wilmington is the reason I don't speed anymore. $300 fine later I've learned a few things about why I should "keep it on the track"...

[KangamangusDriver]

Double yellows are only a suggestion in VT. You can pass anywhere as long as its deemed "safe" by the Po-nine.

Which actually reminds me of a funny ass story about driving my gf's subaru. I hate subs for the life of me, unless its a wrx, but I will admit they rock in the snow. So Im bombing along the Kangamangus highway in NH when I come up on what I thought was just an old broad in what appeared to be a lumina. It had been snowing hard and the roads were awful and this car was going maybe 20 in a 55 zone. The subaru could handle the speed limit given awd and the conditions so I move out to pass. Turns out its an unmarked cop car and I knew it was a double yellow. So as Im passing this guy doing 65 or so I see the blues come on from beneatht the front grill and he put his staty hat on and Im like oh shit. Anyways since Im going much faster than him I just keep going for a bit through a couple turns waiting for a decent place to pull over but keeping the speed up since he already got me for speeding. Sure enough as hes giving it some gas to get up on my bumper he spins a complete 180 (thanks to his rwd and a v8 ) into a snowbank. I just kept right on moving. I laughed so fucking hard I cried.

Holy shit fielding!
That is f-in crazy!
I hope your licence plate was covered in snow!!

[FredK]

Holy shit fielding!
That is f-in crazy!
I hope your licence plate was covered in snow!!

well, it was his gf's car and tags, right? w/e.

Well written stories, all of you. :up: I can't believe Fifedog just kept on trucking. That's hilarious dude, just hilarious.

Muffin in the oil cooler, I lol'd when I read that. Hahahah!

[Dozyproductions]

wow that snow story is some luck there. Btw "caravaning" has to be the best way of covering long distances. Pretty dangerous though when you think you own the road ;) Good stories so far.

[AdironRider]

I really was going to pull over if it came down to it, but given that he already had me for speeding I figured I might as well keep it up and try to find a quick turn off or something. I think the guy was embarrassed or something as nothing ever came about of it.

[schmidty]

well, it was his gf's car and tags, right? w/e.

Well written stories, all of you. :up: I can't believe Fifedog just kept on trucking. That's hilarious dude, just hilarious.

Muffin in the oil cooler, I lol'd when I read that. Hahahah!

I tried that ones...was doin bout 90 in a 55 (that's a story in itself) and just kept on truckin till I turned onto the next side road. Saw the cop go by after another speeder and thought I got off. I was about to turn into an unknown driveway just to make sure when I see the flashin blues comin around the corner like a speeding freight train. that state trooper was not a happy camper!

[e30 gangsta]

I think I have a better one. I swear on the authenticity of this and I have everyone that was there (including someone in this forum) that could back me up on this.

April '05 - Coming back from a drift event in Ocala, FL... us SFL guys were caravanning down in about 5 cars. 300+ mile trip. At the time I was driving my black e30, which if anyone remembers, that thing had no front end and I was driving it like it was all gravy.

We were on the Turnpike, a 2 lane highway, and using both lanes. 50 miles into the trip. We're cruising at about 90 when a white Chrysler 300C shows up but doing at least 120. We could've been nice about it and let him pass, but after tailgating us, we decided to fuck around with him. We basically boxed him in and were cruising at 40mph. I was next to him and my friend in the passenger seat noticed that his passenger was writing down something... probably tags. We didnt think much of it, and as soon as the toll came, he passed and we just kept doing our own thing.

Then we hit some construction and they closed off one lane with cones. Some people started slaloming through the cones, while the rest just watched.

Later on, some people started being smart and passing on emergency lanes. That's when crap started getting out of control because if I got pulled over with them, we'd all take the same damn blame for everything.

Couple miles later, I'm leading the pack since I"m the only one with a radar detector. Cruising at 90-95 the radar goes off right before a bridge. I slow down and call the guys on the 2-way radios. One genious with no radio in his car used his CD player and headphones. Flew by under the bridge @ 100+. Turns out the FHP had another car pulled over on the onramp. Lucky us.

Probably a good 200 miles into the trip now, people start getting bored and throwing food out of the window, trying to hit the rest of us. Since I have no front end, my oil cooler gets creamed with a muffin. The guy who put that muffin on my oil cooler pulls next to me to tell me about his accomplishment. Driving rear view mirror to rear view mirror, with another one tailgating us, we drive right by a Florida Highway Patrol doing 90. I look in the rear view mirror and surely lights come up and I see him doing the U-turn.

Fuck.

I pull to the right already and most people line up behind me, just waiting. One genious just downshifts and makes a run for it. The FHP reaches me and cuts me off, slowly driving me to the breakdown lane. Someone behind me tried to be smart and swerve to the left lane and try to pass. He caught up with the cop quicker than the cop could go block him on the left lane.... so this kid ended up forcing the cop to swerve back to the right, going straight off the highway and into the dirt.

And we all pull over. I am the 3rd in line (out of 4) and the cop parked behind the last guy and started walking from car to car. I just pulled all my info (license, registration, insurance) and put them on top of my dash along with my keys.

The cop comes over from the passenger side ready to start ranting like "You know exactly what you were do.." and he sees all my information and quickly rephrases "You've done this before huh?". I just handed him everything and he started "Well we got a call about you guys about 200 miles back, we have had reports of reckless driving, etc etc" and mentioning probably every moment that I have mentioned in this entire post.

When he asked my story, I explained that when he saw us, my friend was trying to tell me that there was something in my front end. As the cop moved to the next car in front of me, he looks back and sees the muffin... waves his head and keeps walking foward.

I had no idea wtf was going to happen. I was ready to get the cuffs.

After a 1/2 hour wait, the trooper comes back to my car and hands me my license and says "You are all the most deliquent drivers I have probably ever seen in my life. It is clear that none of you have the capability of driving together. Now I will let you go, however each of you will be leaving in 10 minute increments"

After waiting our share we all went and met up at the next rest stop. Every single person gave a different explanation to the cop as to what we were doing. None of our stories matched AT ALL.

In the end, no tickets we issued. We were the luckiest motherfuckers in the world. To this day, the only thing I can imagine is that the cop didnt have the resources or the will to have 5 cars impounded and take us away.

Morals of the story:
Only caravan if you know exactly who is caravanning with you.
Anything you do on the highway will look 10x more obvious when you are caravanning.

- Erick

Sorry about the muffin, the frosted flakes, the ketchup packets, getting us pulled over and the downshift. :0 :) Still on of my favorite fucking memories of all time. We def gotta do that shit again man.

[machined]

As if eating muffins wasn't hardcore enough..

[Erick]

Sorry about the muffin, the frosted flakes, the ketchup packets, getting us pulled over and the downshift. :0 :) Still on of my favorite fucking memories of all time. We def gotta do that shit again man.

No thanks. I like my license.