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.