Your close call with the cops.....

[86espowa]

cruisng on a big three lane street in the middle lane. some fucking wigger in a hyundai elantra in the right lane speeds past me, then slams on his brakes til hes at my door. does this one more time. on the third time i am like fuck it, this kid is getting his ass beat. going about 50 mph, as soon as he punches it, i downshift to second, and wind out all the way through second and part of third. after i hit about 95 in a 45 i slow down mildly, put on my left blinker for about two clicks, realize i have to make a right, so before i am even turning int the left lane i switch to my right blinker and move into the right lane. 5 seconds later a cop with his lights ablazing flies right by me and into the left lane.

that was my fucking lucky day.

[Jon325i]

No long story here, just the basics from a run-in with smokey a few years back.

Day: Sunday
Time:7am
Place: El Dorado county, CA. (just east of Sacramento)
Violation: speeding
Speed at the time of cop sighting: ~100mph (posted is 65)
Enforcement agency: California Highway Patrol

Quick breakdown of what happened. I was the only car within a mile or so - the road was very empty so I couldn't use the 'officer you got the wrong guy' excuse. Knowing my goose was cooked, I pulled over, handed him my license, registration and insurance info. and he goes back to his car for a good 15 minutes. At this point I'm thinking he's going make my day go to shit in about 5 seconds. He comes back to my car, hands me the ticket to sign and explains he wrote me up for 73 instead of the 97 he got me on radar. I'm guessing he got laid really well the night before or perhaps the local doughnut shop made his favorite glazed flavor just perfect. What luck.

Jon

[kylebes1]

I was cruising about a 125 in a 65 between Cartersville and Rome on 411. Slowed to 82 ish because there are some traffic signals on that highway. State troop clocked me in the opposite direction

pulls me over 5 miles later.

Told him i was going to pick up my sick brother, which was true.
He told me to slow it down and I was on my way again.

[E30 Wagen]

I was entering the freeway at about 70mph, which is the speed limit. The freeway has a long right bend, and there were a bunch of cars going slow in the right lane so I sped up to 75mph to get around them. As I was coming to the end of the curve, and as I was changing back into the right lane, I see there is a cop sitting in the median facing me. Now, I was going faster than anybody else, but it probably seemed like I was speeding because the other cars were going so slow. Anyway, as soon as I passed, I look in my rear view mirror to see the cruiser tearing onto the highway and I could only think he was going to chase me down. I had by then slowed back down to the speed limit, but I was still scared of getting a ticket for 5 over because rookie cops do that. I watch the rearview mirror and laugh to myself when I see that he is stuck behind all the slow moving traffic. Some idiot in the left lane got scared that a cop was following him and slowed way down, blocking the cruiser in. The cop flashed its brights, and then finally pulled him over. So, whether or not that cop was really after me, I'll never know.

[M42Technik]

Ahem.

Heading back to college on February 12th. This is the night my girlfriend and I decided to have our Valentines Day celebration, and she insists that I return before 9 PM for, in her words, "so that we can fuck all night".

Driving 75 in a 35 down Connecticut Avenue, a large main street that heads from my home all the way to the White House, I'm flying. 85 now...90.

Thinking about what she'll be wearing, I see them, the red and blue lights, and my heart starts POUNDING. Its over. Losing my license, getting locked up for doing 90 in a 35 trying to get to my 5'2" 34D/26/38 (now ex) girlfriend.

The woman officer arrives at my window, the whole time previous I'm thinking about what to say. I got it.

Officer: "License and registration." Can't find my registration!
Officer: "Why were you going so fast boy?"
Me: "My father is in trouble and I have to go home! I think he hurt himself and I have to get home!"
Officer: "But home is in the other direction according to your current address".
Me (improvising): "They recently got divorced and its been hard on me, but he lives in Bethesda now."
Officer: "Oh, what address? Why haven't you changed your license to reflect it?"
Me: "5209 Oak Place and it really did just happen, like two days ago" (my friends address, still improvising, trying to produce a tear!)
Officer: "Well okay I'll be right back."

Now I'm freaking out she's going to check that address, lock me up for lying to her, whatever, I just wanted my girlfriend in my pants!!!!

Officer returns:"I couldn't clock you, you were moving too fast. But since you didn't have your registration, I'm just going to give you a ticket for that. Its a $30 fee and no points. Have a nice night and be strong while your parents go through this hard time too."
Me: *sniff* thank you officer.

I felt like a king. I got away with it. 45 minutes later, I was in heaven. THE END.

[Jscotty]

Another close call story- When I was in college my friends and I liked to go play football in on this privately owned farm land right after a good rain so that we could play in the mud. We would sneak on the property late at night and attempt to be as discreet as possible so that the owner wouldn't catch us. One night we ended up getting carried away and eventually we got very loud and roudy. We didn't realize how much trouble we were in until we saw flashlights in the distance moving slowly towards us. And then there was a helicopter with a spotlight flying overhead and we started to run like our lives depended on it.. through 6 inches of mud.

Somehow in every group of running fugatives, there is always a slowpoke who gets caught by the cops. They caught up with him and drew guns on him telling him to freeze. Long story short, he wussed out and ratted on us so we eventually had to go back and get our buddy and turn ourselves into the cops.

The cop was pissed about having to walk through all of that mud but he was pretty cool about it and told us that the owner asked us not to come back again and he would check everyone's license and as long as nobody came back with a warrant, he would let everyone go.

We sat on the edge of the property waiting for the cop to radio in everyone's driver's license when we noticed that one of our guys was missing. We didn't know what happened to him or if he got nailed by the other cop but we figured as long as we kept our mouth shut and cooperated, we had nothing to worry about. So as we were leaving the area to go back to campus we were driving down one of the back roads and we see some guy in the distance attempting to wave down our cars. It turns out to be our missing friend. Later he explained to us that he had an outstanding Failure to Appear warrant out on him and had they run his information, we ALL probably would have been going downtown that night.

[Kate525i]

nothing really cool, but this made me smile...

One dcay at work I realized I had forgotten something at home and didn't have time to get it after work as I had plans. So I went home on my 1/2 hour lunch break. Mind you, home, at this point, was 10-15 minutes away from work, and I needed more than 2 minutes to get what I needed (I still can't remember what the hell was so important...) So I'm going about 55 in a 30 along the back roads to my place, whip around a corner I see a local cop. I knew I was busted, so I pulled over. I'm reaching for my registration when he knocks on my window, and scares the hell out of me. Now I know from being an explorer when I was a kid, that when a cop pulls someone over in my state, they call in your license plate and as they walk up to your car, place their thumb on the back of your car so that if you take off, if they find a car matching your description, they can print the back of your car.... anyway, I'm well aware at this point that he hasn't had time to do any of this... so after he scares the crap out of me, I roll down my window and apologize for speeding...

cop: "the med call is over"
me: "yeah" looking up and realizing this guy's seen me at countless calls at 2am, and knows exactly who I am, including that I'm on the Fire Dept.
cop: "just need to see your liscense"
I hand it to him, he looks at for less than 30 seconds, hands it back to me, says a casual "slow down" and walks away! he didn't even call my friggin plates in! Never even checked my registration, nothing..... I've never been so happy to be on the Fire Dept... well unless I'm on a call...

but yeah, that's my get away story.....

[imsotyerred]

i remember this one time i didn't get pulled over. that was great

[CorvallisBMW]

2 years ago:

slightly before my 20th birthday we're drinking like crazy. Beer pong, keg, the works. There were about 6 of us and we had the bright idea to walk to the store for some munchies. Cops are notoriously bad in our little college town (I guess they have nothing better to do but bust drunk walkers). A cop drives past us while we're walking down the sidewalk, turns right, and we think nothing of it. 60 seconds later he comes around the block with another car and they flip on their lights and start chasing us. We duck in to a parking lot and they get out, chasing us on foot. We keep running, not wanting to get MIP's.

Kepp running.

Oh shit, there's a creek ahead. wtf are we gonna do?

We all decide to jump it, but my friend James had a bit of trouble. As he was jumping the creek, he lept in to the air and hit his head on a branch. Knocked himself out cold, fell face down in the creek. We didn't even notice, kept running. The cops were so worried about him they stopped chasing us to call an ambulance for james.

The cops felt so bad for him having knocked himself out and having to pay the hospital bill, they let him off without charges. We got away :)

[thectrlguy]

Guess I could have posted one.....

Most recent:

Me: Driving back from a Bret Michaels concert, after about 18-20 drinks...., get pulled over for some reason (can't remember if he had a reason)...
Cop: Hello Sir, where are you coming from?
Me: Hey there, just coming back from the Bret Michaels concert. Really good show as a matter of fact....
Cop: Have you been drinking tonight?
Me: As a matter of fact yes, I had 2 or 3 beers...
Cop: Ok, license and registration..
Me: see above
Cop: Please turn your car off, I'll be right back
Me: Thinking to myself... "this is not good"

5 minutes later.... seemed like 5 minutes....

Cop: Ok.. here's your paperwork.... Please park your car on the next side road, and get out of your vehicle...
Me: Very well (thinking to myself.... "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...."
Cop: Well Mark.... it's your lucky day... You clearly had more than 2 or 3 drinks... You seem like a nice guy, and we are going to give you a ride home, hop in the back of the cruiser....
Me: Thinking to myself..... "this is fucking sweet.."
Cop: Alright Mark, here you go.... don't let us catch you again.... you can bet your ass this won't happen twice...
Mark: I really appreciate this guys.... I mean it... really nice gesture... Before I go... could you guys explain to my girlfriend why I got dropped off in a cruiser?
Cop: (Laughs)... not a chance.. good luck with that one...
Me: Thanks again guys.... have a great night...
Cop: No problem.. take it easy

Girlfriend: Mark.. why did a cop car drop you off?
Me: thinking to myself "here we go....."

[E30SPDFRK]

First day I got my new plates (spdfrk), I get pulled over for 71 in a 50. Cop comes to my window and asks for the usual. He sees my last name and says he knows my parents. He says that I can either call my parents right then and let him talk to them or he can give me the $300 ticket. I chose parents and only got my licence taken away for a few days (parents-perfect 30 year driving record. Me-licence for a month). Tough choice though.

[shiftbmw]

I wouldn't care to relate my "closest calls" but here's one for the books.

There's was a stop sign at the bottom of a hill near my house that's on a residential street that T's off so you can see everybody in the intersection.

Needless to say, I have always considered this stop sign "Stoptional." As it would seem, some neighbors did not look too highly on my abuse of the rules of the road, so the reported me.

Late one night, say 10:30pm, I was doing a cool 40 right through the stop sign(speed limit 25)...didn't even so much as tap my brakes. There was an officer carefully hidden way down the road(obviously far enough to be out of view when approaching the intersection). I pulled over before he even turned the corner.

Anyways, he gets out and asks if I knew why I pulled him over. My response was something to the effect of "Yes." He takes my license and registration, and goes and sits in his car for 5 minutes or so. He hops back out, with my stuff in hand and hands it back to me. He says "It's your lucky night man, just got another call. Drive safe."

[Maluco]

Couple of girls I know call me from their job stating they and one of their friends wanted some herb. I put two quarters together and headed off. I stopped by my connects apt on the way there in order to re-up. I go in, buy a quarter-pound, jump in my car, exit the complex and bam, unmarked pulls me right over. So of course, the sinking "fuck, fuck, fuck" feeling comes over me. I continue to drive and consider what to do (more like just thinking fuck, fuck, fuck some more). I pull the bag out of my jacket and shove it under the dash around the same area I had the other two bags I was dropping off. I pull over and the cop asks me if I had any illegal substances in the car. I said no and asked him why he was pulling me over. He replies with get out of the car. He didn't even ask me for my license or registration. I get out and notice one of the two bags I was dropping off fell on the floorboard. He picks it up and states, oh yeah, what's this! I tell him I don't know and that it's not mine. I tell him the car isn't either. It was my girls car actually. He's not buying any of it of course. Suddenly a light bulb goes off. I think ok, I need to act like he's got me so we can hurry up and go to jail and him not find the other two bags. That wasn't the case though. The fucker searches my car. I'm sitting on the curb with my shoes and socks off in about 35 degree cold while he searches my car and I'm thinking, wow, I'm fucked. I'm never doing this shit again, blah blah blah. HE DOESN"T FIND THEM!!! I've never been so delighted to go to jail. Now you won't believe what happens next. Another squad car, this one marked, pulls up with two officers. These ball-busters decide to search my car again. I cannot believe this is happening at this point. The horrible irony almost has me crying. The first cop doesn't find it and now these guys are going to find it. I hear one of them yell, ah ha! We found it. They pull out a little shake and a roach I didn't even know was still in the car. I'm thinking nothing get's by you guys, please TAKE ME TO JAIL NOW! I go to jail, get out, go get my car out of the pound, reach under the dash and there they were. I roll one up, and go puff at a friends house and trip out on the luck. Misdemeanor possesion as opposed to felony possesion and trafficking or whatever the alternative would have been.


Me and a friend went to spray a mural up in downtown. As we finished we look over and see the front of a squad car pull up to the intersection. We start running and launch the cans over the railroad tracks. Police roll up firearms drawn and pretty much guess what we were up too (2:43am middle of nowhere, big mural on the wall) they check our fingertips. No paint somehow. They tell us to start walking to our car. They drive behind us talking like Beavis and Butthead on the loudhorn saying "I think there's police behind us" and "We left our spray paint back there" as if that is what me and my friend were saying to each other. I get to my car and he asks, is that really your car - yes, do you have a driver's license - yes. He burns out and speeds off...


Other time was simple. Driving around smoking a joint with some friends. Cop pulls us over, finds the herb and just tells us to dump it out and be on our way. That's actually happened a few times as well as cops letting me go even after pulling up my traffic ticket warrants.

[e30sd]

this one time me and lindsay lohan were at nobu eating sushi and doing 8 balls. of course she wanted to drive so...

[Jscotty]

Like I went to Las Vegas to buy a new Corvette and..and. umm.. it happened so that the cops were looking for a drug dealer with the same color vette but mine was a T-top... and then.. and then.. I took the car back to the dealership and got a different color and they were cool about it.. and then.. umm.. yeah..