What's The FIRST Thing You Do When You Get Pulled Over?

CJMST3K

g under p wrote:

If she had given me a ticket before signing it I would've asked her to put on the ticket how she determined whatever speed she thought I was going because I certainly was going to come back to the sheriff's office to fight that ticket in court. Sometimes you can stand up for yourself just make sure to do it in a polite way.

Peace

I believe in some states police are allowed to deduce your speed by following you, but in an opposite direction? Then saying that detectors are illegal in NC? Yeah, shady cop. Good call.

g under p

CJMST3K wrote:

g under p wrote:

If she had given me a ticket before signing it I would've asked her to put on the ticket how she determined whatever speed she thought I was going because I certainly was going to come back to the sheriff's office to fight that ticket in court. Sometimes you can stand up for yourself just make sure to do it in a polite way.

Peace

I believe in some states police are allowed to deduce your speed by following you, but in an opposite direction? Then saying that detectors are illegal in NC? Yeah, shady cop. Good call.

Yes I wouldn't had questioned her had she been behind me because you can determine a person's that way. However, in the opposite direction I knew she did'nt have a radar/lazer gun based on my detector, so I was perpared for determination of my speed.

Peace

Enkidu

I had a very cute roommate and she would cry (fake cry) every time she got pulled over and she never got a ticket.

StillHere

At One Point in the Late Seventies...the first thing I did when getting pulled over was to:

Sit on the Trunk!!!!

Let's just say that some friends and I were taking a lovely Sunday Drive over the river and through the woods to a perfectly and lovingly prepared loamy plot down by the riverside. To get there, we had to travel down a private one lane dirt road onto some private but rarely if ever used meadowland. We had intended to beautify that particular landscape by providing the wildlife with some attractive and quite aromatic greenery for their enjoyment.

No sooner had we reached the Canal bridge, than who should decide to join us but our much beloved friend, the New Jersey State Trooper. Cruising up silently behind us (I say silently because although we were traveling on dirt, gravel and shale, we most likely had Terrapin Station or some other Dead, or maybe Hot Tuna blasting at max volume.) Being the quintessential gentleman,, Mr. Trooper kindly offers to allow us all to exit the vehicle and stretch our legs for a bit. How considerate, Officer! We stumble out, all 7 or 8 of us, and we girls nonchalantly hop up onto the trunk lid, all in a row, along the back bumper, (well, he couldn't have expected us to sit on the dirty ground, now could he have?) feet swaying, chatting and giggling and having a good old time. Possibly even a little flirtatious, I mean, for real, how attractive is a man in uniform?

Guys were brought around to the front of the car, searched, found to be clean,( :shock: !!!) and asked to remain there while the officer pays the womenfolk a little courtesy visit. He'd like to chat us up and make some smalltalk about what may have brought us down to the river on such a fine sunny day. Perhaps the young men we are with had some not so honorable intentions? How well did we know them anyway? Don't remember the answer but it must have been a good one, because he took a leisurely stroll round the car (my beloved 64 Chevy Impala SS Convertible), reminded us that this was private property in case we hadn't known, asked us to lead the way, and followed us out to the highway where he went on his merry way with not so much as a thank you very much, ma'am.

We must have been super fantastic actors, because our hearts were beating out of our chests, for lo and behold, under the lid of that very same trunk, hidden away by absolutely NOTHING, were oh, about 50 or so quite aromatic and darling little 3rd generation seedlings, just waiting to finally see that wonderfully special place we had promised them would become their new home sweet home.

When I look back at those years, I wonder sometimes, how did I ever make it this far?

g under p

StillHere wrote:

At One Point in the Late Seventies...the first thing I did when getting pulled over was to:

Sit on the Trunk!!!!

Let's just say that some friends and I were taking a lovely Sunday Drive over the river and through the woods to a perfectly and lovingly prepared loamy plot down by the riverside. To get there, we had to travel down a private one lane dirt road onto some private but rarely if ever used meadowland. We had intended to beautify that particular landscape by providing the wildlife with some attractive and quite aromatic greenery for their enjoyment.

No sooner had we reached the Canal bridge, than who should decide to join us but our much beloved friend, the New Jersey State Trooper. Cruising up silently behind us (I say silently because although we were traveling on dirt, gravel and shale, we most likely had Terrapin Station or some other Dead, or maybe Hot Tuna blasting at max volume.) Being the quintessential gentleman,, Mr. Trooper kindly offers to allow us all to exit the vehicle and stretch our legs for a bit. How considerate, Officer! We stumble out, all 7 or 8 of us, and we girls nonchalantly hop up onto the trunk lid, all in a row, along the back bumper, (well, he couldn't have expected us to sit on the dirty ground, now could he have?) feet swaying, chatting and giggling and having a good old time. Possibly even a little flirtatious, I mean, for real, how attractive is a man in uniform?

Guys were brought around to the front of the car, searched, found to be clean,( :shock: !!!) and asked to remain there while the officer pays the womenfolk a little courtesy visit. He'd like to chat us up and make some smalltalk about what may have brought us down to the river on such a fine sunny day. Perhaps the young men we are with had some not so honorable intentions? How well did we know them anyway? Don't remember the answer but it must have been a good one, because he took a leisurely stroll round the car (my beloved 64 Chevy Impala SS Convertible), reminded us that this was private property in case we hadn't known, asked us to lead the way, and followed us out to the highway where he went on his merry way with not so much as a thank you very much, ma'am.

We must have been super fantastic actors, because our hearts were beating out of our chests, for lo and behold, under the lid of that very same trunk, hidden away by absolutely NOTHING, were oh, about 50 or so quite aromatic and darling little 3rd generation seedlings, just waiting to finally see that wonderfully special place we had promised them would become their new home sweet home.

When I look back at those years, I wonder sometimes, how did I ever make it this far?

That was beautiful my dear, beautiful.

Thorns2010

Mine is to turn off the car, and the radio. I don't need to be rocking out to music while the officer is trying to talk to me!

Anyway.......of the....8-10 times I've been pulled over, I've only gotten 1 ticket.

I'm not sure what my secret is, other then I'm always honest, and always polite. Saying yes sir, no sir.

Oh, and yes, every single time I was pulled over I was over the speed limit, or rolled through I stop sign.

Although my favorite was probably the time I was pulled over by an off-duty state trooper, who was in his civilian clothes. hehehehehehe

I was driving back home after work, and at the time, I worked about 30 miles from home. Anyway, it was almost all freeway driving, so it wasn't that bad of a commute.

So, it was dark, and my roommate was having people over, so I wanted to get back home. So.....I started going faster and faster. I got up to......probably 90-95 mph?? And, for the last little bit, I noticed a car was following right behind me. My mind thought 'well, if it was a cop, he would have pulled me over by now, so if must be someone else that wants to go fast' because it was a good 7-10 miles that he was behind me.

Anyway, just as I'm coming up on my exit, his cherries pop on, and my thought is just 'WTF??? Why did he wait until now to pull me over?? This makes no sense!'

Then, as I'm pulled over, he walks up on the passenger side of the car, and, he is in street clothes. Again, I'm thinking WTF is going on??

Anyway, long story short, I guess legally he couldn't give me a ticket, but he figured he'd scare me by telling me it would show up in the mail. Never did though, and I've been pulled over plenty of times sense, so its not like I have an outstanding ticket on me or anything.

But, I did learn my lesson, and since then, I've never driven that fast at night, let alone during the day. Ah, to be dumb and 20 again! hahahahahaha

CJMST3K

Another of my getting-pegged stories:

I was on the Southern State Parkway on Long Island (think a regular large highway, but TONS of cars). I was going pretty fast in the left lane, and I see a cop car ahead way up on a grassy hill on the right by an exit. For some reason, I can tell he "got" me. Sure enough, he starts merging into the far right lane from the grass, and there's tons of cars, so I'm sure he was concentrating as he's merging.

To confuse him, I get into the middle lane, then the right lane.

By the time he got to the left lane where I was originally, I was now in the right lane and getting ready to exit. He starts now merging to the right as I'm exiting. By the time he's in right lane and going up the exit ramp, I'm pulling into a gas station. I think to myself "he's not gonna be able to explain to his supervisor how he pulled over a guy for speeding who is pumping gas". So, sure enough immediately after he got off the highway, he gets back on the highway.

Score 1 for the "good" guys.

chelsea48

CJMST3K wrote:

Another of my getting-pegged stories:

I was on the Southern State Parkway on Long Island (think a regular large highway, but TONS of cars). I was going pretty fast in the left lane, and I see a cop car ahead way up on a grassy hill on the right by an exit. For some reason, I can tell he "got" me. Sure enough, he starts merging into the far right lane from the grass, and there's tons of cars, so I'm sure he was concentrating as he's merging.

To confuse him, I get into the middle lane, then the right lane.

By the time he got to the left lane where I was originally, I was now in the right lane and getting ready to exit. He starts now merging to the right as I'm exiting. By the time he's in right lane and going up the exit ramp, I'm pulling into a gas station. I think to myself "he's not gonna be able to explain to his supervisor how he pulled over a guy for speeding who is pumping gas". So, sure enough immediately after he got off the highway, he gets back on the highway.

Score 1 for the "good" guys.

How many more???

81

few dumb fun stories....

riding around on my motorcycle with a buddy on back. pulled over because i don't have eye protection on. cop was like, ask your buddy if you can borrow his sun glasses, so i said, hey buddy, can i borrow your sunglass's.

pulled over for doing 75 in a 55. now mind you, i was only speeding because it made it bearable to drive my car. needed a new muffler and didn't have the cash until lthe weekend. he said i wasn't his fastest that day...i really wish i would have said, can i try again

pulled over for tinted windows, broken tail light and speeding...not a single ticket

pulled over for speeding and the cop asked why i was going so fast...said i was late for court, which i was.

the worst was a cold rainy night on the motorcycle. a light was turning red, but i made the decsion to go (nothing coming from either side) becasue if i would have tried to stop, i would have wiped out. sadly, the car coming at me from the other direction was a cop. now mind you, it was a cold and rainy night. i was shivering like a mofo, but he called in anouther cop for back up.

plus 3 other pull overs but none of them were memorable.

i need to stop getting pulled over.

_

I've gotten out of a handfull of tickets (and the others got dismissed). I'm always extremely respectful and polite and say I had no idea I was speeding or my headlight was out or whatever. (Well, except for that one time when the same cop pulled me over for the second time for headlight being out. I couldn't really deny knowing about it then because he remembered me.) I think it helps that I have a totally clean record. I hate to say it, but I think it also helps that I'm a young white woman.

dcfaithful

81 wrote:

but he called in anouther cop for back up.

I swear to God, everytime I see someone pulled over there is 2-4 squad cars there...was Dunkin' Donuts closed? :roll:

CJMST3K

scb wrote:

I hate to say it, but I think it also helps that I'm a young white woman.

Yeah, but that works against you when walking thru alleys late at night, so I'll say it balances out.
:?

decides2dream

g under p wrote:

How about you, have you ever talked your way out of a ticket?

Peace

well, my FOP card did.
that and my being polite, honest and smiling perhaps....

Sawyer

I usually pull my pants up

_

CJMST3K wrote:

scb wrote:

I hate to say it, but I think it also helps that I'm a young white woman.

Yeah, but that works against you when walking thru alleys late at night, so I'll say it balances out.
:?

:shock: Great point!

mr.pink

1) Once I got pulled over about 30 seconds after smoking a blunt outside Roswell, NM. The officer made an obvious sniff to tell me he knew, how could you not. My stash was in my Alice in Chains box set. He noticed it and we talked about the band for a second. No ticket in the end, and I asked him if he could spare some cash. He gave me five dollars!

2) once pulled over with a suspended lisence, no registration, no insurance, no inspection and two joints in my pocket. The small town sheriff said, "Now I'm supposed to take you to jail" I asked what else we could do, and gave him 100 dollars - no ticket.

3) I'm usually friendly and casual, but once I was in a terrible mood and couldn't hide it. I angrily pumped the brakes three times pulling over and definitely looked pissed when he got to the window. No ticket and it was the shortest encounter I've ever had with a cop.

Whizbang

SPEEDY MCCREADY wrote:

Give the nice police officer some pancakes......

Is it too early for flap jacks?

Whizbang

When I do get pulled over, I sit patiently and wait for the officer to arrive at my window and ask for license & registration.

First time I was pulled over, I was 17, cruising in my '72 Olds.....42 in a 25. I acted surprised.....no ticket.

Another one - I was 24, in my ex husband's car but before we were married, on my way home from work. Cruiser parked on the side of the road and as soon as the cruisers lights went on, I pulled over. I knew I was speeding so why keep going? He didn't have to drive far to get to my car. Asked me why I thought he was pulling me over, my response "Probably because I was speeding". No ticket.

Center of town, my registration expired due to my own error. Let me go since I lived in town.

Lucky that I had only one drink at 8pm one night; 1:30 am with tail light out. let me go with a written warning as I was a mile from home

A few other times for tail lights out (f'ing VWs, lights go in that car all the time) and they let me go. A couple times, I've had my dogs in the car which is a riot and a guaranteed pass.

eeriepadave

I've been pulled over several times (mainly for speeding and once the wrong way on a one way street, I was lost), but never have gotten a ticket. Not sure why or how *knock on wood* To answer your question I act calm, cool and collected :P

Jo

I gave some friends a ride home from the pub, and enjoying a very fast cruise when a cop passed me and did a U-turn.......So, having had a few drinks myself, I thought I would just do a runner.... :roll: I drove like a bat out of hell but another cop was waiting for me around the corner ....I got arrested, $600. fine and lost my licence for 6 months. The cops were really friendly and funny. We actually had a great time while I was getting finger printed and photographed.... :?

Another time I was enjoying a very fast cruise after picking up some Italian Takeaway dinner, when a cop passed me and did a U-turn. This time, having had a few drinks but thinking I was still under the alcohol limit, I pulled over. .....I got arrested, $800. fine and lost my licence for 8 months. :roll: But the cops were cool enough to deliver the dinner home to my parents first before taking me to the cop shop.

Another time, watching footy with friends, at half time I went down the shops and got pulled over in the car park. I had been drinking and smoking weed and was shitting myself, but the two cops actually pulled me over to CHAT ME UP, phew! I got away with that one.

I've grown up now and get a taxi if I'm drinking.