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Discussion in 'The Watering Hole' started by Zeus-cat, Oct 4, 2019.
Got to be honest, I'd be tempted to call 911. Enjoy your jurisdictional snafu, weirdos.
This punchline of this story hinges upon a cliche so hoary and well-worn that it seems like a joke that Milton Berle might have stolen, but it really happened. Sometime towards the end of the last century, I was driving in Raleigh NC (on Person street near the historic Oakwood neighborhood -- for those familiar,) at about 4AM. Coming up to a red light, I saw blue lights behind me and pulled over. Cop sailed past me and through the red light. A few block further along I saw 4 or 5 cruisers parked at the Krispy Kreme donut shop -- the "Hot Donuts Now" neon sign illuminated in the window.
Also in Raleigh, also decades ago, stopped when I failed to slow down quickly enough at the spot where I-40 (interstate highway with a 55mph limit) turned into Wade Avenue (residential street at 30mph -- IIRC). The officer spotted the student parking tag and put away his ticket book. We chatted for a minute about how many people missed that abrupt change in speed limit, then he asked me what I was studying. "Physics" I admitted. He kind of sighed, and took the ticket book out again. He cited me for whatever minimum violation meant I could pay without appearing before the magistrate, but still I wondered what major I could have claimed to make him keep that ticket book in his pocket.
Moral of the story... Stay in Oregon!!!
I'm actually considering setting up dual operations. Double of all shop equipment and stay in whichever area I want depending on the season.
Back in the early '90s I was pulled over for DWH. I was driving to the deer check-in station with my recent kill strapped to the roof of my '90 Pontiac LeMans. The officer asked me if I knew why he had pulled me over. I told him I wasn't sure, I had dropped my speed when I entered the town about a half mile back. He said I was correct, but he just had to get a better look at my wannabe pickup. He couldn't stop laughing.
26 years old, 1990, driving a Datsun hatchback (yes, a Datsun, not a Nissan) late at night down the middle of South Bound Brook, NJ. Yes, I was doing about 35 in a 25. No one on the road except me and one other vehicle, and the one other vehicle was a cop. He pulled me over and started hassling me a little. Not quite crossing a line into unprofessional, but as rude and belligerent as it's possible to be without crossing it. He got to the "Where are you headed" question and I answered (truthfully) "On my way home from my in-laws'".
Instantly his attitude changed. I think "in-laws" was the magic word. Suddenly I wasn't some kid in an old car, I was a married man with his wife in the passenger seat. "Sorry to bother you sir. Try to keep the speed down. Have a nice night, sir."
I decided then and there that, no matter where I was actually going, in future stops I would be either on my way to or from my in-laws' house.
I got pulled over as well but for speeding. In California everyone speeds. I was on the freeway and a CHP pulls me over. He walks up to my truck and says " You know I clocked you doing 80" I replied back. " Yeah I know hammerhead I would have hit 90 but you pulled me over" need I say more?
I benefited from racial profiling, or whatever it would be called.
24 years ago I worked in a very black section of Atlanta for a minority engineering firm. There was only one other white guy working at this company and we'd go out to lunch together sometimes.
One day a very white cop was sitting on the road just outside of the business park I pulled out of, and in my mustang I probably pulled out too fast even though I don't think I ever broke any laws. The cop's lights came on and I was pulled over immediately. I rolled down my VERY tinted windows before he even got out of his car and when he saw me I could tell he was disappointed for some reason.
He asked where I was going and I said, "Wayne and I work right there (pointed) and were heading to lunch over there (pointed). What did I do wrong?" He told me to drive safe and let me go.
On our way back from lunch we saw that this POS cop had pulled over a black guy and was writing him a ticket. I obviously don't know for sure that it was all about race, but it seemed very likely.
Huh. Wonder what that means.
Don't some of you think a lot of cops are in a Catch 22?
"Stupid cops, do your job"
(get's pulled over by cop)
"Yeah but don't do your job with me."
I thought it was obvious from the story. He was a very racist cop, sitting there so he could pull over and ticket black people. When he got me, a white guy, he was disappointed and didn't give me a ticket.
So very white = racist? (guess I better get to a tanning booth)
Just curious, how do you know why he was disappointed? Did he actually say why?
Is the only indication that he was racist the one time he pulled you over (white) and was later seen giving a ticket to another (black)?
Edit: I am just trying to figure out the hows/whys people come to some of these conclusions. Whether it is actual real life evidence or if it is perceived cultural assumptions.
Do I really need to explain context? No, just being white does not equal racist. His actions, however, seemed to indicate that it was highly likely.
And then there's this, the last thing I said in the story that I now regret posting... "I obviously don't know for sure that it was all about race, but it seemed very likely."
alrighty looks like I have the answer I was looking for.
California? Your profile says you live in Urbana, Ohio.
That's WHY the speeding -- its a long commute.
If he naruto runs he could make it an hour, tops.
New Years Eve 1969. I was 17. My buddy picked me up in his moms car and we then went to pick up the girl he was dating. He gave me the keys and climbed into the backseat with his girl while I drove to Battle Creek to pick up the girl I was going to date that night. Coming into town I missed a sign dropping the speed limit. Blue light special. License, Registration and Insurance.
I gave him my License, and told him it was my buddy's moms car. My buddy gives him his license and climbs up front and starts looking for a reg and proof. The cop politely asks me to come sit in the back of his car.
So here I am, 17 years old, first time I have ever been stopped, sitting in the back of a police car thinking. It's New Years Eve, I'm driving a car without proof of registration or insurance, my buddy's mom has remarried so the car owners name doesn't match any of us. They are gone to a party so there is no way to contact them if they let us. I'm going to jail. I'm going to jail for joyriding a stolen car. Oh ****! I'm going to jail.
I couldn't believe it when the cop gave me a speeding ticket and let us go.
Two things saved us I think, he had asked who the car was registered to and my buddy finally found a credit card receipt with his moms name on it, and we had not had anything to drink or had any booze in the car.
He drove his own damn car the rest of the nite.
I do I was visiting some friends in California, but this happened about a year ago.
And you're 65 years old, are you?
Actually I'm 67 and live in Dallas next week I might live somewhere else. I might move to Oregon. Wait a minute I have 3 cats and a pig. Sometimes I launch rockets in corn fields. IDK just depends.
Why are people suddenly getting interrogated over posts they make in this thread??
Sooo, eastern Oregon.
Because it's a forum thread. You have to ask?
Why. Do you have something to hide "Mushtang"? If that is even your real name.
Re-read your thread... pretty condescending toward the good folks in Kentucky.
I have so many stories about being pulled over.
Sixteen years old, got a job working in a Taco/Pizza place that delivers, the year is 1970. The delivery unit is a IH Scout. I'm going 45 in a 35 zone, 4 lane road. I look in the rear view mirror and see red lights flashing and coming up on me fast, I begin to slow done thinking this is it, my first ticket, NOPE ! The cop car goes sailing past me doing at least 70 mph, never did find out why, but I was plenty happy it wasn't me he was after.
Jump ahead 17 years or so, returning from a racing event at BIR in Northern MN, two lane highway 2 o-clock in the morning doing at least 70 in a 55 zone on US Highway 71. No one else around no one, hadn't seen a car for at least five miles, up ahead headlights appear, got off the throttle quick, the car goes by us and we see it's highway patrol, he does a u turn and chases us down with the red lights on, walks up to the car with his flashlight on, looks in the back seat (74 Pontiac Bonneville) there's four Formula Ford racing slicks back there. He asks us where we had been and where we are headed, told him we were helping crew for a buddy who also races Formula Fords and we had about 40 miles to go before we got home. He says slow down and lets us go. He must have been a racing fan.
A year or so later, we're on our way home from Road America, we're passing through La Crosse, WI on I-90 West. It's probably Eleven o-clock at night on a Sunday. Not many other cars around, we're speeding a little, maybe 8 mph over the posted limit. A car following us speeds up and gets very close, follows us like that until we're less than a mile from the MN border, then the red lights come on. We pull over, show him the license and stuff, he says the usual. Wants to know why we're there. Tell him we were crewing for a fellow Formula Ford racer at RA. He says well slow down going through La Crosse next time and lets us go. Another racing fan.
Best one I have is we were driving home from working in Ohio, going through Indiana we hooked up with two other cars, there's this train of three cars all speeding at least 10 over the posted limit. We come into Valparaiso, still speeding, we're the middle car of the three. We pass a highway patrol car parked in the dark, hiding and hunting for speeders. That patrolman picks off the car behind us. We immediately get off the gas and stand on the brakes to slow down and pull into the right lane behind a semi truck. The guy in front doesn't slow much and stays in the left lane. Within a mile there's another patrol car hiding in the dark, pulls out in front of us and picks off the guy that was leading the pack. We cruise through unmolested and get home without another incident.
Maybe 10 years ago. I'm driving from my house to a friend's house, 11PM. I'm on I-465 going around Indianapolis. Posted sped limit is 55 but no one does less than 65 and 70 is the norm. Almost no one on the road and I'm doing 80. Car pulls on and immediately gets behind me and lights me up. I pull over, give him my paperwork. I figure going 80 in a 55, I'm either in for a big ticket or maybe becoming a guest of the city for a day or so. He goes back to his car for a few minutes and comes back. Ask me how long its been since I had a speeding ticket. I tell him its been a few years. He tells me its been 11 years and to try to keep it below 70 and sends me on my way.
LOL got my first speeding ticket in over 25 years not far from there. I was on Keystone Parkway south bound headed to SLI and I was flying along at 70 mph and thought, "Gee why is everyone going so slow 'round here?" Yeah the cop behind me with all the blinky lights answered that question. I immediately knew I screwed up. Its kinda cheesy how that Keystone parkway is built just like a freeway but is signed at 55 but hey, still doesn't justify me speeding though.
That wasn't the intent. I went to college with people from Kentucky and found them to be very nice and helpful. I have had other friends from Kentucky who would give you the proverbial shirt off their back. In my opinion people from Kentucky are no better or worse than anyone else.
The intent of the post was to point out that the Indiana officer profiled me because of the Kentucky plates on the car. He thought I might be someone smuggling drugs or an easy mark because of the Kentucky plates. I interjected a little humor by using the term hillbilly as a way to state that the Indiana officer was hoping for an easy mark for his illegal search.
Actually Bend OR sounds nice.
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