slugcountry said:
oh and frogboy.. very much enjoyed your small town cops story.. i have tons of them myself.
One night I got pulled over by a cop here (in danville, california) and I asked him what the problem was... he said my tires looked flat.
Yep. he saw that my tires looked a little flat at 2 in the morning on a starkly lit backroad while i rolled by at 45 mph (in a 40.. no one tickets for 5 miles over the limit around here
)
suffice to say he saw I wasn't drunk and let me go.. another night on the same road, i was going 50 in a 40 around midnight, and a cop pulled me over.
Well the bastard didn't have his headlights on while he was sitting at the side of the road, and I called him on entrapment and said he couldn't give me a ticket. and the SOB just put his ticket pad away, said have a good night, and walked back to his car. bastard smalltown cops...
I always found it entertaining how much the people in california hate their cops.. we even made it against the law for cops to use their radar on freeways, so the only way they can ticket you is to pull up directly behind you and match speeds with you, then they can pull you over. I'm always amazed that anyone can get pulled over on the freeways around here, since all you have to do is glace in the mirror now and then and see if a cop is sneaking up behind you, and if he is just change lanes and slow down heh.
my most amazing cop story though happened on the way back home from a girl's house around 3 in the morning... I was SO tired that i just couldn't keep my eyes open... so what was my brilliant solution?? I squinted as hard as I could to keep them from closing, and punched it up to around 107 mph so that the imminent danger would keep me awake.
well, I get off at my exit, and notice to my dismay that a cop is on my tail, and immediately turns on his lights. He walks over to my window shining a flash light in my eyes asking me if I know how fast I was going.. i tell him 80
, which he of course laughs off, makes me get out of the car and is shining this light right in my eye which kind of tipped me off, so I told him I wasn't on anything and asked if he would like to search my car (by the way, when I got out of my car i was shocked to see there were THREE cop cars parked behind mine... I must have been so tired that I zoomed by all three of em without even noticing)... he says sure so I reach into my pocket to grab my car keys for him and he pulls a GUN ON ME (only time in my life that ever happened...) that was some scary ****, he just told me to stay back and i was like hey sure buddy go for it...
anyway, after a couple of minutes he comes out and says well, since you let me search your car, I'm going to let you off.. I couldn't believe it =)
I'm just glad I never wrecked myself back when I was driving so crazy...
hahhaha... I love how you said, "would you like to search my car". That's classic.
Loved your other story too :)
I got a good one for you. This might be a little long :)
So I'm at my house with my ex-girlfriend, my really good friend and his ex-girlfriend. We are bored as hell, and one of us decides that we should just rent a movie and watch that for our night. However, it's late, and it's a small town, so stuff closes rather early. I believe it was going on 11:00.
So my friend and I tell the girls that we will be back real quick, and we take off. We get to the movie store and they are closed. It's like 10:50, and we find out that the store actually closes at 10:00. So we come up with this brilliant plan to see if a movie store is open in the next city. I call information and ask how late the store is open, they reply with 11:00. The city is 15 minutes away with normal traffic driving. We figured we could make it in 8 :)
So we hall ass there. Barely anyone is on the road. We didn't see an officer the entire time there, and actually happened to make it there in time :). So we get the movie and head back quite content with what we did. This naturally fades into another brilliant idea. We decide that we should just fly back so the girls think that we just went to the local store... and then we could impress them with our "great" feat.
So we start driving really fast back (not as fast as before). we were probably doing 75 when we come up on a truck doing the speed limit of 55. We come up quickly on its tail and my friend drops gears and passes.
Looking back in the rear view mirror, we could see the truck quickly accelerating. We were dropping back to about 65 or so, and he was punching it to keep up. He comes right up on our ass. So we are luck "FU" and we slow down to 45. He tails us hard like he's trying to read our plates. Then we are like ****... maybe he is trying to read our plates ! So my friend drops a gear and floors it. The truck starts accelerating to keep up. So we slow down again. The guy in the truck throws his hands up like he wants to fight us or something.
You know that look? Where someone's like, "hey let's throw down". So my friends starts swerving back and forth like he is weaving in and out of cones. The guy throws one fist up, like he is in a fit of rage, like "look at my first! this is going to be in your FACE". So we are flicking him off, screaming at him, a bunch of stuff. We soon have enough, so we punch it hard... and still, the guy stays with us. So we are like... WE SHOULD PULL A "TOP GUN" !
The "top gun" as we oh so elegantly named it is similar to a move done in the movie. In the movie, a plane is tailing a jet fighter, and the pilot who is being tailed, slams on the brakes and the plane fly's right by. Well obviously, we are constricted to two dimensions while driving, so slamming on the brakes would cause an accident... right? Well not with this move :) The "top gun" in the car is the following. First, you get someone to tail you. (please remember this is a small town, so it was two lane roads, one on the left, one on the right, where oncoming traffic drives) Second, while the cars are matched speeds, you quickly swerve into the lane on the left and slam on the brakes, effictively having the tailing car go flying by.
So we pull a top gun, and the truck goes flying by. The truck instead of just driving away on its' merry, slows way way down. He was doing something like 35 in a 55. So we are like... jesus, what do we have to do to get away from this guy. So we pass him, and just do the speed limit on the way home. As we are pulling into my subdivision, we see an array of lights and hear sirens behind us. Two cop cars come flying up behind the truck, pass him and get right on our bumper and pull us over in the middle of my subdivision. Well we've been pulled over many times. So, we follow some tips every time. As we were being pulled over we turn on our inside light. The driver rolls down the window while still driving, then stops and places both hands on the steering wheel. I put both my hands up on the dash. While the cops are getting out, we come up with a story, which is something along these lines.
We pass a truck doing the speed limit, and the guy starts tailing us. We were scared that he wanted to fight us, so we slowed down and accelerated to hope he would leave us alone. We didn't know what to do, because he was so close to our car, and we didn't want to get in a wreck.
...
So two officers come creeping up on the car. One on my side, and one on the left. Both of them have one hand on their gun, the other on their giant flash light. The officer asks my friends why he was driving so fast. My friend says, "well I wasn't going faster then the speed limit. I was just scared because this truck was tailing us for so long... and he was really close to my bumper... I didn't want to get in an accident".
The officer is like, "so... you weren't speeding? How about swerving?" My friend is like "nope, I stayed within my lane". Next the officer is like, "can I search your car?". If any officer ever asked us a question, we always said the following: "do I legally have to?". My friend says this. The officer, looking really mad goes "so you weren't speeding?... you weren't driving in the other lane?... you weren't swerving?...". My friend goes "no sir". Then the officer drops the bomb.
"Well son, you are in some deep ****. The man behind you driving the truck is an off duty sheriff"
He then walks back to his squad car without saying anything else. The other officer starts shining his flash light in the car looking for anything he can nail us on. Well the windows on my friends car are tinted in the back, so he couldn't really see much. So he takes his flash light and puts it directly on the back window and starts tracing it around while touching the glass! Almost like he was trying to paint the glass a different color. It was really loud, so my friend is like, "sir can you please not touch my car, I don't want my window scratched"
So some time passes and the "main" officer comes walking back up with something in his hand... it was a ticket. He gives my friend a ticket for reckless driving. Later we figured they couldn't get us for speeding since the off-duty didn't have a detector with him. All in all... we were lucky! We could have gotton in a lot more trouble.
So when we finally get back to my house, the girls were like,
"OH MY GOD! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN !"
we were like,
" what!? we got the movie :) "
Some "rules" do work on certain women. Whether or not that is the girl one should try to date is another story.
