It was a Friday night in late September 1988.....I was heading home from a friends and travelling up Yonge street. I lived out near the airport in those days and had a 20 minute rip across the hwy to my home.....but when I got to the hwy, the on ramp westbound was blocked off....so I kept riding north to Sheppard ave. When I saw the ramp closed I immediately scanned my brain for the best alternate route back on to the hwy and the options sucked (doubled my travel time). So in my frustration I brought the throttle up over 5500 rpm's and let the Turbo kick in (my ride was the seca turbo back then) and rolled through a few gears.....by the time I hit Sheppard Ave. it was a red light and I was 1st in line....as I sat there the intersection became quite jammed with cars lining up sideways and deep ...both north and south...as I sat there I noticed the shoes of someone behind me exit their car and make there way towards me..as I looked around I could see this was no ordinary commuter.....Hello Officer can I help you? I asked (politely)....Do you know how fast you were going??? uh...not really...I think it was around 60.....? 60 ? more like a hundred !!!!! ( I was still playing the Imperial/metric conversion card :mocking: ) ...so we were both right !!!! Well the officer says to me.......pull over in front of the subway station...and then he walked away...but then he quickly turned around and said...give me your ID !!!! My look was telling as I reached in for my wallet........ "I've had guys run on me before....he quipped " No problem" I said.....so he went back to his car and got in....by that time the intersection was a parking lot and the east /west traffic lights began the sequence to halt. I dropped the foot and put her into 1st and saw the green light...as soon as I did, I immediately proceeded through the intersection and pulled over in front of the Sub station.....I put the kick stand down and shut off the engine.......however....when I turned around expecting the cop to be there, I saw that he was still stuck in the middle of the intersection and sat there for at least another minute... :biggrin: :mocking: :rofl: :wacko2: :pardon: :rofl: ....well he finally made his way through the intersection and pulled up right behind me...well the door flew open and I could see the smoke coming out of his ears and nostrils......got a small ticket.....but a huge lecture....he wouldn't buy the fact that I used to live 30 seconds down the street and I knew this intersection to have and advanced green for my left turn.....didn't matter..... :crazy:
Dark Knight Rises Chase Scene With Motorcycle (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lRFkIMJdGiw#)
anyone else have a tale...would love to hear it (popcorn)
My first ticket(s)--Just got out of the service and the first thing I want to do is grab the bike and grab a butch of throttle and hit the highway. Aimed for the next town down the road which was 10 miles away and a straight shot except for two 90 degree turns at the half way point. Started from the stop sign at the edge of town and cranked it open. Flew by the drive in theatre and every car even if it was in a no passing zone. It is almost dusk and watching behind me for any police and I'm in the clear at about 100 mph. Enjoying the ride until the first 90 degree comes up and the red lights come on behind me. Where did this guy come from? State Trooper. Where are going so fast? My reply " just blowing the cobwebs out." Get in the front seat of the car. Have you had any previous tickets? no sir I've never had a ticket before. I think I will be going to jail. He commences to write tickets. He asks me if I know where I went by him. No sir. At the drive in theater. This tells me he has been following me for 5 miles and he knows exactly how fast I was going and how fast he had to go to catch me. All I can think about is all the cars I passed watching the state trooper pursuing me with his lights off and them laughing their asses off. Well he proceeds to had me three tickets( four in 6mos and I will forfeit my license). The last ticket is for speeding--62mph. He then says he clocked me at that speed at the theater. He then says if I drive real careful for the next 6mos I should be in good shape. My responce for each ticket? Thank you sir. Still had my military hair cut and so did he. If I had long hair I would still be in jail. Only tickets I've had on a bike since. But thats just been luck! :good2: Dave
I got an amusing one for ya. We were out in Schenectady NY. doing a dive job at the big GE plant. There intake for the plants fire water was across the highway on the Erie canal. We would check in at the plant and then head over. The only way to the pumphouse was to drive the highway and pull off into the medium then drive a dirt road to get to it. Leaving, we would do the same thing. We were there for a couple of weeks suck'n mud and cleaning. Coming from Maine, newyork is a little different for sure. We left the pumphouse at dusk like always, down the dirt road and into the medium then the breakdown lane and got going up to speed. Got into the first lane. I was laying on a bunch of gear in back, another diver and the supervise was driving.
Some flashing red lights all of a sudden came on in back of the van. The supervise (Eric) said "The fire chief is behind us" A minute later he says "He won't pass, Joe, look in back and see if were on fire or something".
I stepped over some shit and looked out the back window"noop, I don't think were on fire" Eric says"I guess I'll pull over and see what he wants"
We come to a stop and he rolls down the window. It's a woman state trooper and her gun is drawn and she's pissed. Eric explained that we thought she was the fire chief and that Maine has blue lights. She was pulling us over because we pulled onto the highway across the medium side strip. Eric explained that it's the only way to get to the pumphouse. She never lightened up at all. Mad as a hornet but she let us go saying "never do that again" :ireful:
This is what we are putting up with in Queensland, Australia at the moment.
Queensland Police Harrassment (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8TMOiMopMCU#)
sorry Candy my many pulled over stories usually ended up with me having to call my farging lawyer. Like the box says, still trying to grow up. Speed eventually catches up to me every so often. My best advise is to scan far ahead and all around for the men and women in blue and always pull over quick if they got ya! Hope you got the reference from the movie Johnny Dangerously. :crazy:
Quote from: Klavdy on January 11, 2014, 07:46:54 PM
This is what we are putting up with in Queensland, Australia at the moment.
Queensland Police Harrassment (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8TMOiMopMCU#)
Unfriggenbelievable! I feel for ya man! Police state or what. PC Nazi
Police state for sure. Like that guy I wouldn't ride anywhere without a GoPro! Dave
Quote from: Klavdy on January 11, 2014, 07:46:54 PM
This is what we are putting up with in Queensland, Australia at the moment.
Queensland Police Harrassment (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8TMOiMopMCU#)
I am curious as to what caused the Police to be there in the first place? I didn't hear anything about why they were questioning him. With such an interest in his vest and the patches. I am thinking a patron or employee of the service station called the leo's that a motorcycle gang member was sighted.
Fred
That is totally ridiculous. I would think that would constitute as harassment in my books.Big R
This was one of my favorite FJ moments.
It was a warm summer's eve in the late 1990's and I decided to take the FJ out to rent a movie from Blockbuster Video. This was back when VHS was all the rage. The quickest route to Blockbuster entailed three miles of two lane roads and then hop on the four lane for one exit. Blockbuster was just off the next exit.
As I ride up the entrance ramp onto the four lane, I see a police car going the other direction. Immediately as I see him his lights go on. I don't think anything of it. He's going the other direction, he's four lanes, a median strip, and one entrance ramp away. Besides, I haven't done anything wrong. I do think it sucks to be whoever the police are after, and that I have a clear road ahead.
With a clear road ahead, I roll on the throttle, hitting near redline as I go through the gears. By the time I merge onto the four lane, I'm in third gear going close to 100 MPH. Up ahead, I see a second police car going the opposite direction. Coincidently, his lights start flashing as he passes. I'm thinking there must be a lot of speeders going the opposite direction.
I shift to 4th and then 5th, really enjoying a kookaloo moment. I looked into my rearview mirror and noticed that the second police car exits the four lane. Since he was gong the opposite direction of me, I'm thinking, no way was he circling back to my direction. Besides, with the distance between us and my rate of speed, he'll never catch me. I settled into a 100+ MPH cruising speed just to make sure.
To get to the next exit, the four lane is basically a one mile straight, a slight bend, a two mile straight, another slight bend, and then a slight downhill straight for three miles to the exit. As I rounded the first bend, I see several cars in front of me and more flashing lights in the median strip two miles ahead. I wasn't alarmed because the location of the flashing lights was a usual spot for the police to sit and nab speeders coming from the opposite direction as they crested the end of the uphill. I did wonder why there were so many police out tonight.
About halfway thru the two mile straight, I notice the flashing lights don't pull out after any cars going either direction. It wasn't until I was about 1/4 mile away from the flashing lights that I realized I was the only vehicle left on the road, and I was still going kookaloo speeds. I rolled off the throttle and was probably coasting about 25 MPH, in a 65, when I passed by the flashing lights. He pulled out of the median strip immediately. I pulled over immediately thinking, oh crap, my goose is cooked if he clocked me at my highest speed. In PA, 20 over the speed limit is immediate loss of license and god knows how much the fine would be.
I immediately removed my helmet after coming to a stop and looked back to see three State Police cruisers. The other two police cars going the other direction had caught up. All of them had their lights flashing and spotlights trained on me. I also noticed that nobody was approaching me. The police were in some kind of huddle. I could hear a word here and there, but nothing that made any sense.
With all the police cars spread out behind me, one of the travel lanes is blocked and passing cars slow down as the merge and rubber-neck. As I'm sitting there in front of the police cars, illuminated by spotlights, one of the passing cars recognizes me and honks and waves. I'm thinking, great, how do I explain this to my wife. I'll be in the doghouse until I retire, and my pre-teen kids will probably get their license before I see mine again.
After what seemed an eternity, one of the police officers approached (I'm thinking he drew the short straw). He doesn't ask for license and registration, but where I'm headed and where I came from. I politely answer his questions and he goes back to the huddle with the other officers. I hear words like "didn't have a red helmet", wrong color" etc. The officer approaches again. He explains they had a high speed pursuit with a motorcyclist a few minutes earlier and they lost him near where I entered the four lane. That rider was headed the opposite direction, but they thought I was that rider doubling back. He apologized for my inconvenience and sent me one my way.
What? Wow? I was stunned, but relieved. I had an ear to ear grin all the way to the video store. I was still grinning when I got home. My wife was wondering why I was so happy. She thought my glow was from another nice ride on the FJ. If only she knew :)
I've had a few kookaloo moments, and I'm happy to say "the apple doesn't fall far from the tree". The following is my son's.
A few years back, I was headed down to WV to ride my dirt bike on the Hatfield-McCoy trail system. My bike was being trailered in my friend Joe's truck. Joe wasn't watching his speed as we passed into MD from PA. A MD State Trooper sitting on the opposite side of the road did a U-turn and started flashing his lights. We pulled over immediately.
No sooner were we stopped and my cell phone rang. Caller ID identified the call as my son. I answered with my usual "what up B?" I hear a deadpan, "dad, where to you keep the registration card for the V Strom?" I'm thinking, what does he need the registration for? I jokingly asked, "have you been pulled over by the police"? After a short pause, he answered, "yes, but it wasn't me". I laughed as I told him I just got pulled over too. I told him where to find the registration, and asked that he call after things settle down. Meanwhile, the nice MD State Trooper gave my friend a much appreciated verbal warning and we were on our way.
A few minutes later my son calls me again. He explained that the police were engaged in a high speed pursuit with a motorcyclist going over 100 MPH and the police lost him. My son was the first bike they saw since the pursuit. He was pulled over and made to wait until the pursuing officer arrived. The pursuing officer verified my son wasn't the one they were after. The policeman said the other rider didn't have a red helmet and that his bike was not fitted with a tail trunk, so my son was free to go.
I said "Don't tell mom". I explained, if you tell your mother that you were mistakenly pulled over for going 100+ MPH on a motorcycle, and with your motorcycle accident from a few years ago, she might only hear the 100 MPH+ on a motorcycle, and not hear the "mistakenly pulled over" part. We did tell her eventually.
Great stories.. :biggrin: ...although I hope I don't have another one upon my return from Australia.......Now I see why Doug chose NSW instead of Queensland..... :good:
What's your story Klavionette..... surely you can regale us with a tale or two...?? I would enjoy hearing one (popcorn)
i was working downtown Seattle as a construction laborer in 89 or so. We got done filling our truck with left over junk. My boss tells me "these two Chinese guys that dont speak english will help you at the dumo to unload the truck" well what I didnt realize was these guys threw some gigantic nasty old wet carpet on top of the truck after I secured it with rope etc. So later driving down the road on the freeway I see a cop following me to try and bust me for obviously an unsecured load ticket, well all of a sudden these two chinese guys that supposedly didnt speaka lick of english say "oh no...we in big twouble now"
I look in rear view mirror and all I see is cop lights flashing but the entire rest of cop car all the way up to windshield covered with this nasty wet carpet - lmao
I thought about stopping but said to myself...hell its one more exit I am gonna continue and play dumb if they catch me. sure enough next exit they pull me over. They where so mad they where shaking angry.
:biggrin: :mocking: :rofl2: :sarcastic: :wacko1: :rofl: ROTFLMAO........ ahhhhh these are great stories......thx guys...keep em coming.... !!! (popcorn)
Quote from: aviationfred on January 11, 2014, 08:55:37 PM
Quote from: Klavdy on January 11, 2014, 07:46:54 PM
This is what we are putting up with in Queensland, Australia at the moment.
Queensland Police Harrassment (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8TMOiMopMCU#)
I am curious as to what caused the Police to be there in the first place? I didn't hear anything about why they were questioning him. With such an interest in his vest and the patches. I am thinking a patron or employee of the service station called the leo's that a motorcycle gang member was sighted.
Fred
What caused them to be there in the first place?
CLICK (http://www.theage.com.au/comment/the-age-editorial/no-need-for-more-laws-to-contain-bikie-crime-20140107-30f9i.html)
CLICKITY (http://www.brisbanetimes.com.au/queensland/wheres-daddy-yandina-five-wifes-anguish-20140107-30fhu.html)
CLICK FOR MORE (http://www.brisbanetimes.com.au/queensland/human-rights-chief-tim-wilson-slams-antibikie-laws-20140108-30h1g.html)
"Just Following Orders, ja?"
Quote from: Klavdy on January 12, 2014, 08:52:40 AM
Quote from: aviationfred on January 11, 2014, 08:55:37 PM
Quote from: Klavdy on January 11, 2014, 07:46:54 PM
This is what we are putting up with in Queensland, Australia at the moment.
Queensland Police Harrassment (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8TMOiMopMCU#)
I am curious as to what caused the Police to be there in the first place? I didn't hear anything about why they were questioning him. With such an interest in his vest and the patches. I am thinking a patron or employee of the service station called the leo's that a motorcycle gang member was sighted.
Fred
What caused them to be there in the first place?
CLICK (http://www.theage.com.au/comment/the-age-editorial/no-need-for-more-laws-to-contain-bikie-crime-20140107-30f9i.html)
CLICKITY (http://www.brisbanetimes.com.au/queensland/wheres-daddy-yandina-five-wifes-anguish-20140107-30fhu.html)
CLICK FOR MORE (http://www.brisbanetimes.com.au/queensland/human-rights-chief-tim-wilson-slams-antibikie-laws-20140108-30h1g.html)
"Just Following Orders, ja?"
With all that heat......Klav ...surely you must have at least one yarn to spin ??? Hmmmmm hmmm?
Holy crap, they got HOW MANY coppers questioning ONE GUY?
Ain't moral panics wonderful?
Quote from: gumby302ho on January 11, 2014, 07:53:29 PM
sorry Candy my many pulled over stories usually ended up with me having to call my farging lawyer. Like the box says, still trying to grow up. Speed eventually catches up to me every so often. My best advise is to scan far ahead and all around for the men and women in blue and always pull over quick if they got ya! Hope you got the reference from the movie Johnny Dangerously. :crazy:
Hey Gumby......sounds like you probably have the best tales...so come on now.....time for a "Block Head" beauty......and leave no details out......don't make me get Pokey........ :mocking:
Quote from: JPaganel on January 12, 2014, 03:14:10 PM
Holy crap, they got HOW MANY coppers questioning ONE GUY?
Ain't moral panics wonderful?
It's no longer "Innocent until proven guilty". Now it's "Guilty" until you are able to prove your own innocence.
Wonder how many of us will get pulled over for being in full gear and possibly in a group of three or more..
A few years ago Al Beaton and I got pulled over just outside of Boone as we were heading for the BRP... evidently I was a bit too enthusiastic.
It wasn't until after I noticed that the 'ticket' he gave me was just a warning that he lighted up and suggested some routes for us to try.
He went from the 'you are a criminal' look to 'enjoy your vacation' in a couple of seconds. Made my day.
Quote from: pdxfj on January 12, 2014, 08:43:52 PM
Quote from: JPaganel on January 12, 2014, 03:14:10 PM
Holy crap, they got HOW MANY coppers questioning ONE GUY?
Ain't moral panics wonderful?
It's no longer "Innocent until proven guilty". Now it's "Guilty" until you are able to prove your own innocence.
Wonder how many of us will get pulled over for being in full gear and possibly in a group of three or more..
Oh, suspect it'll just be you and that purty mouth of yours, boy.
Quote from: Klavdy on January 13, 2014, 07:50:41 AM
Oh, suspect it'll just be you and that purty mouth of yours, boy.
You're the only one Klav, who can make me squeal like a pig.. the only one... :good:
I seem to recall talking to a Tennessee State Park policeman at the last Boone rally I attended.
Thankfully, TN is one of the few states that doesn't share data.
Seems there's always a story or two after a rally. Anybody remember Henry's at the '05 Gunnison rally?! (popcorn)
Quote from: FJ Flyer on January 13, 2014, 01:57:55 PM
I seem to recall talking to a Tennessee State Park policeman at the last Boone rally I attended.
Thankfully, TN is one of the few states that doesn't share data.
I seem to recall that they'd like to speak to the rider of a yellow bike... :unknown:
Well back in 83. I had a 550 Seca. Riding home from a soccer game with my then girlfriend. At a stoplight one of the dudes on my team asked me to race. Dumb as a stump I decided it would be fun to show him how fast my nice new white Yamaha could accelerate. Light turns green and away I go. After I hit 115 kph sure enough I see a cop with radar. I pull over immediately. The cop proceeds to inform me that doubling the speed limit is some sort of major offence. ( who knew? ) So I was travelling 115 in a 50.After climbing up one side of me and down the other, he only gave me a fine for a bald tire. He told me that he and I both knew that tire was not bald but if I decided to be smart and fight it he would wait on my street until the end of time. Or until I lost my license, whichever was first.
A buddy of mine and I were on Skyline Drive. I was riding an '82 Yamaha Maxim 550, and Pete was on a CB500 of perhaps a few years earlier? It was a bright and sunny, warm Thursday afternoon, and traffic was pretty much non-existent. As does happen in such cases, we were traveling considerably north of the posted 35mph speed limit. As we rounded a bend we passed the first car we'd seen in perhaps 20 minute, which just so happened to be a park ranger....
I was in the rear, behind Pete, and when he saw the ranger's brake lights, as I did, Pete speeds up! Deciding that being 'easy pickings' was not the best idea, I too sped up. It only took a mile or two for it to dawn on Pete that we can not outrun a radio, and he slows back down to perhaps 40. Another minute saw the ranger approach, lights and sirens ablaze at at least 90mph. We pull off onto one of the many beautiful scenic stone finished overlooks that are in place along SLD/ BRP and dismount, as non-threateningly as we can. I look back to watch the ranger get out of the car, and he sure reminds me of Buford T. Justice. He has mirrored sunglasses, a gut, and the hat. He approaches Pete and I angrily with his right hand hovering vaguely near his hip.
He walks up and stops a few feet from us, with his right elbow still bent menacingly and knees a bit flexed in readiness as if perhaps he expected us to rush him. He say, in an impossibly southern drawl "wut kine-a raisin do y'all have to be doing 61mph on my road?" I am talker, so I immediately reply with some lame excuse... "we were in a bit of a hurry, you see we have these reserva..." He interrupts me while stiffly holding up one finger and says Oap, oap... followed by a long pause while he seems to collect himself, he locks eye with me as his face turns a darker shade of red, and with gravel in his voice he says "I'm-onna ask ya'agin! Wut kine-a raisin do y'all have to be doing 61mph on myyyyyyyyy road?" The 'd' in road is punctuated with spittle.
I'm no idiot, and I recognize we are quite possibly seconds away from the business end of his night stick so I change tactics and say "no reason whatsoever, sir, we were recklessly ignoring the posted speed limit". The corners of his mouth insinuate, ever so slightly, for the first time that he might, be at least capable of smiling, if not actually doing so. Right before my eyes, he seemed to have lost a shade of red to his skin and somehow, his right hand had relaxed slightly. He barks that he needs our licenses, registrations and insurance cards, pronto.
Now, speeding notwithstanding I tend towards being on the right side of things, legally. I knew exactly where my license, registration and insurance cards were and had them out in in his hand quickly. Pete, on the other hand, well Pete was a bit more fast and loose with things. At the time, PA let you renew you motorcycle permit each spring and it was good for 3 months. A lot of folks I knew never actually got their license, they just renewed each spring. This was Pete's MO. One little problem though, this year, he had neglected to renew... His registration was expired, and I think his insurance was also. Pete proceeds to do an admirable job explaining away the foibles in a way that does not seem to change the pigment of the man's skin, although he clearly does not relax any further. Pete then asserts (untruly) that he does work, raising money for the FOP... I turned my head away from the situation as I was putting my tank bag back in order, and I hear the following words come out of Pete's mouth: "Here, this is for you".
A cold chill went down my spine. Pete, I thought, was attempting to bribe Buford T. Justice! My attention whips to the ranger who has in his hands, no lie, a get out of jail free card from the game Monopoly. I was both relieved that he was not trying to bribe the cop, while at the same time mortified that he was attempting humor. Pete's trying to be a funny man, would very possibly get us an up close and personal introduction to the business end of that night stick. Time froze. there was a positively pregnant pause while the ranger considered what was in his hand. It sure as hell seemed like at least a minute but it was probably more like 5 seconds... The corners of his mouth curled up in earnest now, he was smiling -whew!
He made sure we were not wanted felons or something, then let us off with a non-written warning. After this, it became much more relaxed, he took off his hat and sunglasses and his hand was no longer anywhere near his right hip. It had relaxed so much that I asked if I could take some pictures, to document the adventure, you know... He agreed, and Pete, always pushing his luck, asked if we could pretend to be being arrested, and pose spread eagle on the ranger's car. I was surprised when he agreed, and even offered to hold out his cuffs as if we were actually being arrested. He did say with a bit of a smile, "I'd hole up my nigh-stick and preten like I wuz gonna hit ya, but y'all'd prolly use that'en sue me..." He then precedes to tell us about the best local rides and where the speed traps were! Cool guy.
Pics, so it did happen:
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Dan
Two stories from about twenty or more years past
the first was from a mate Charlie who travelling home after midnight decided as there was no traffic about that he would use his ducati to its full ability ,part of his route involved coming of a motorway into a 30mph limit, across a roundabout and along a straightish road, about 1/2 mile down this road he spotted blue lights behind him so he pulled over and the ensuing conversation went like this
plod excuse me sir could you please tell me the peed limit
Charlie 30 miles per hour
plod what speed do you think you were doing?
Charlie erm about 70 ish?
plod then why could you explain why you were doing 70 in a 30 limit?
Charlie because I had to slow down for the roundabout
Plod...................err
he got 3 points
the second was me leaving a bike club meeting, on a pre-unit triumph at a pub to go to my girlfriends, when the blue lights appeared behind me so I stopped and the constable approached me and said " excuse me sir , I couldn't help noticing you just left a public house, have you had anything to drink"
I replied I had and he informed me of the drink drive laws, the penalties and the risks and dangers of drink driving he the invited me to join him in his patrol car where I would inflate a breathalyser bag and then he informed me that refusing to do so was also an offence
I told him it was a waste of his time, my time and public money but I would do so anyway
After joining him in the car, and receiving more dire warnings about what seemed just about everything, I blew his bag up and waited as he said "for the crystals to change colour so he could arrest me " I waited and waited and after ten minutes with him staring intently at the tube, I said that I thought he told me the change would take up to four minutes. he asked me how much I had to drink, I said about 3 pints and a shandy (half beer half lemonade) he asked if I would be willing to take another test , I asked why should I ,when I had just taken one that showed I had a very low amount of alcohol in my system
and was he suggesting that the breathalyser was not foolproof, but to put his mind at rest I would any way as long as he noted this immediately in his notebook
staring at me he was getting really suspicious that there was something not quite right he aske are you saying you had three and a half pints of beer and you think you can pass a breath test
my reply was "beer? I was drinking still orange mate"
he and his colleagues took about an hour to check my bike over, during which time they managed to completely drain the battery so the lights were just a dim glow, Obviously I complained about this but they simply shrugged
as they finished one said "Enjoy pushing your bike home sonny that'll teach you a lesson"
so I simply tickled the carbs kicked the bike into life and for once it started first time and let it tick over to put a little charge in the battery and said "haven't you heard of magnetos by the way you left the lights on your car for the last hour or so on hope you don't have to push it too far"
got to the girlfriends about an hour and a half late and got the biggest screaming match ever, cos she thought something had happened to me
it took about 2 weeks lots of chocs and a couple of expensive meals too calm her down :cray:
This isn't a bike story, can I tell one that's not a bike story?
Years ago when I was about 26, my wife and I had only been married a few months, were driving home in rural South Dakota just outside of Martin, SD. Wife was reading a book, "How to Deal With Difficult People" as I drove.
Trooper pulled me over for speeding. Ran my plates and license, then asked me to come back to his car. I sat in the front seat as he wrote me a warning. I thought it was kind of odd he did that.
As he was writing he said, "Why are you being difficult?"
I've never been in trouble with the law, I was just a 26 yr old kid, we were in the middle of nowhere, and I didn't have a clue why he thought I was being difficult. My stomach turned cold, "What do you mean?"
He said, "I want to know why you are being difficult?"
I stammered, "I don't know what you mean, I don't think I'm being difficult."
I was starting to freak out about where this was going.
He chuckled and said, "Your wife is reading that book, so I was wondering why you are being difficult."
Smart ass.
Hahahaaa! ...I likey. Did the book help her at all? I bet the FJ is a better solution! :drinks:
I like that one too!!!! Best one yet. Dave
Quote from: The General on January 13, 2014, 06:47:48 PM
Hahahaaa! ...I likey. Did the book help her at all? I bet the FJ is a better solution! :drinks:
After 23 years of marriage, turns out
I should have been the one reading the book. :yahoo:
OK this is a bike story but not mine. I can't tell it like Ray but here goes. Ray is a coworker of mine and a young man. He owns one of those big green Kawasaki crotch rockets with three or four letters and numbers on the side. He is poud to ride with a large group you have all seen that give motocycling a bad name. Racing down the freeway 150+mph and wheelies for miles. After a long afternoon of terrorizing drivers the group retires to a drinking establishment not far from my house just off the freeway. Ray is the first one to leave. Outside he notices two patrol cars in the parking lot across the street. Concerned for his buddies he returns inside and informs them it is time to go but 5 minutes after him. Ray stumbles outside and jumps on the first green Kawasaki. Naturally it does not start--its not his. Proceeds to the second with the same result. Gets on his and with the patrol cars in pursuit goes the opposit way his friends will leave. After the police stop Ray and determine he is stone cold sober they are highly irate and inform him they will still get his friends. Ray nods in the direction of the freeway and tells them they better hurry because there they go down the freeway now! But thats not the end of the story. A few months ago I don"t see Ray for a week. Monday he returns covered in road rash. Yup....fell off your motorcycle did'nt you. One week later he's buying another green Kawaski. Some guys never learn.......Dave
Quote from: pdxfj on January 12, 2014, 08:43:52 PM
Quote from: JPaganel on January 12, 2014, 03:14:10 PM
Holy crap, they got HOW MANY coppers questioning ONE GUY?
Ain't moral panics wonderful?
It's no longer "Innocent until proven guilty". Now it's "Guilty" until you are able to prove your own innocence.
Wonder how many of us will get pulled over for being in full gear and possibly in a group of three or more..
Wow....This is what you end up with if the prevailing mentality relies on the government to solve all problems and keep the people "safe.". Fortunately we reset the clock to zero in 1776 here in the U.S., but don't kid yourselves... We're heading to the same inevitable "safety before personal freedom" place. Truly sad...
B.R.P, 72 in a 35.
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Written warning.
Quote from: not a lib on January 13, 2014, 03:50:08 PM
Quote from: FJ Flyer on January 13, 2014, 01:57:55 PM
I seem to recall talking to a Tennessee State Park policeman at the last Boone rally I attended.
Thankfully, TN is one of the few states that doesn't share data.
I seem to recall that they'd like to speak to the rider of a yellow bike... :unknown:
Not the yellow bike......the yellow 'STICH!
I used to ride my first Yamaha from San Diego to Los Angeles every week to see my old girlfriend. My trip back to San Diego was usually at around two o'clock in the morning and it was cold. I got in the habit of laying my chest on the tank, peering through the tiny windscreen and going 100+MPH down the I-5 to make the suffering as short as possible. I needed a stretch, so I sat up and with my first glance in my rear-view mirrors in quite a while, saw a blur of cops a half-mile behind me...
I pulled over on the side of the road, took off my helmet and waited for them. The first cop out his car came up to me and said, "THANK YOU for pulling over!!" I said, "I have a CHOICE?" He said, "Most bikes don't...and we can't catch them." Wow. I explained to him about the cold and the long ride to San Diego at 2am and he let me go with the standard, "Okay...but slow it down a little..." Nice.
Cap'n Ron. . .
Couple years ago while doing my regular commute home from work on my Yamaha TDM... "Why the heck is traffic so slow today?..." I start weaving through traffic and I see the reason traffic is slow sitting on the side of the road on the shoulder. oh oh, maybe he didn't see me - ya right. Didn't take long and he's behind me so I pull over, get off and remove helmet (so he can see my grey hair :)) He's like "I know it's hot out so that's why you were going so fast (62mph in a 55 zone - I'm glad he only saw me at 62), but you should keep it down". He ran my license - all clear and let me go with that warning... first and only time I've been pulled over on a bike :)
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Quote from: FJ Flyer on January 14, 2014, 01:40:47 PM
Quote from: not a lib on January 13, 2014, 03:50:08 PM
Quote from: FJ Flyer on January 13, 2014, 01:57:55 PM
I seem to recall talking to a Tennessee State Park policeman at the last Boone rally I attended.
Thankfully, TN is one of the few states that doesn't share data.
I seem to recall that they'd like to speak to the rider of a yellow bike... :unknown:
Not the yellow bike......the yellow 'STICH!
Yeah, but the cop who pulled
me over started asking about a yellow bike, after starting off by saying 'I know
you weren't going very fast'... :pardon:
Quote from: not a lib on January 14, 2014, 03:33:21 PM
Yeah, but the cop who pulled me over started asking about a yellow bike, after starting off by saying 'I know you weren't going very fast'... :pardon:
So, he knew you? Or he has ridden with you before?
:-)
(sorry, that was just too easy)
Quote from: FJ_Hooligan on January 14, 2014, 05:26:40 PM
Quote from: not a lib on January 14, 2014, 03:33:21 PM
Yeah, but the cop who pulled me over started asking about a yellow bike, after starting off by saying 'I know you weren't going very fast'... :pardon:
So, he knew you? Or he has ridden with you before?
:-)
(sorry, that was just too easy)
Yeah, I've never heard that one before... :rofl:
Everyone knows I'm (almost) painfully slow. :sorry:
I knew there were LEOs in the area (there was, um... a questionable maneuver a couple of miles back), and saw him coming thru traffic behind me (white slicktop CVPI). I just pulled over in the end of a driveway, and he drove up alongside me, rolled the window down and started talking to me like we were old buddies. He asked me about the yellow bike, and I told him 'Hell, I'm from Indiana, I don't know anyone down here'. About that time, Jack and Jeff went by, and he asked if I knew
them, and I said 'One of those was from Pennsylvania, and the other from Florida... I don't know 'em'. He said he going to find the yellow bike, and took off.
Like FJ Flyer said, it was really a yellow 'STITCH he was looking for. :biggrin: IIRC, it was sitting right around the corner (and over the state line).
Meanwhile, he took one for the team:
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Thanks to Andy, I now have to share the EC rally record for getting pulled over. Twice in one day, though Andy got his in about five minutes' time.
Quote from: Capn Ron on January 13, 2014, 11:57:39 PM
Quote from: pdxfj on January 12, 2014, 08:43:52 PM
Quote from: JPaganel on January 12, 2014, 03:14:10 PM
Holy crap, they got HOW MANY coppers questioning ONE GUY?
Ain't moral panics wonderful?
It's no longer "Innocent until proven guilty". Now it's "Guilty" until you are able to prove your own innocence.
Wonder how many of us will get pulled over for being in full gear and possibly in a group of three or more..
Wow....This is what you end up with if the prevailing mentality relies on the government to solve all problems and keep the people "safe.". Fortunately we reset the clock to zero in 1776 here in the U.S., but don't kid yourselves... We're heading to the same inevitable "safety before personal freedom" place. Truly sad...
Hopefully this legislature will pass.
http://americanlibertyriders.ning.com/m/discussion?id=3899508%3ATopic%3A545729 (http://americanlibertyriders.ning.com/m/discussion?id=3899508%3ATopic%3A545729)
Fred
Leaving Petaluma city limits, just rolling on in top quite leisurely like. Pass a squad car on the side of the road that instantaneously springs magically into life. I pull over, taken off my lid and wait patiently, staring to the middle distance collecting my thoughts. "So what speed do you think you were going", started the copper, obviously stating line one of the training manuel. " Er.. probably about 60" I say. "Do you know what the limit is on this stretch of road". "well, I would hope it's 55, officer". "I got you going 68 in a 45". "oh"
That's that then I thought, fair cop. "License". "What, now?". "Yes, now". "It's at home, officer."
"Registration". "What now?"."yes now". "It's at home with my license, you know in my valuables box."
"Insurance?". "In the box with the license and registration"
The bewildered officer now looks to the middle distance, contemplating his next move.
"Ok, slow down, off you go."
Confused and somewhat relieved no ticket, I headed home. Excitedly told the wife, hey I just got away with 68 in a 45, I thought it was a fine for sure. Then mentioned the confusing pregnant pauses when asked for documentation. In the UK, you'd get a 7 day producer, which means you go to the cop shop with the requested docs within 7 days of being pulled or they'd be bother. "You dumbass" wife replies. "you're lucky you didn't get arrested and your Fj impounded. You gotta get in the habit of carrying that shit with you."
And so goes cultural differences number 58.
Andy
Yes, cultural differences,,,
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Quote from: aviationfred on January 14, 2014, 07:37:50 PM
Quote from: Capn Ron on January 13, 2014, 11:57:39 PM
Quote from: pdxfj on January 12, 2014, 08:43:52 PM
Quote from: JPaganel on January 12, 2014, 03:14:10 PM
Holy crap, they got HOW MANY coppers questioning ONE GUY?
Ain't moral panics wonderful?
It's no longer "Innocent until proven guilty". Now it's "Guilty" until you are able to prove your own innocence.
Wonder how many of us will get pulled over for being in full gear and possibly in a group of three or more..
Wow....This is what you end up with if the prevailing mentality relies on the government to solve all problems and keep the people "safe.". Fortunately we reset the clock to zero in 1776 here in the U.S., but don't kid yourselves... We're heading to the same inevitable "safety before personal freedom" place. Truly sad...
Hopefully this legislature will pass.
http://americanlibertyriders.ning.com/m/discussion?id=3899508%3ATopic%3A545729 (http://americanlibertyriders.ning.com/m/discussion?id=3899508%3ATopic%3A545729)
Fred
Wow! Ya learn something everyday! (Especially thanks to civil opinion on this forum).
I am truly surprised to discover that you have motorcycle only checkpoints, let alone the fact there`s legislated federal funding for it....I hope it`s not what we end up with as a watered down strategy as we approach next QLD election....I can`t see how that would achieve anything for either side of the freedom verses safe families, grey line.
Unfortunateley the links here between Obama, Snowden and Campbell-Newman (Qld) are philisophically and practically real. (Either way democracy is the loser as highlighted 2 centuries ago by Karl Marx)
Does a warfare veteran deserve his freedom rights?...Absoluteley. Ummmm.... What if he hasn`t been de commisioned successfully? Who`s at fault for that? How do we repatriate his tribal training and his search for a confy tribe? What if (Durrh!) that tribe for some strange reason has a collective thinking for distrust of Government or society conventions or inevetibly, their laws?
I reckon the chicken is coming second, when that place belongs to the egg!.....and and And, I prefer white or yellow lines!...The gray ones require too long a dialectical approach me thinks.
Sorry if I`ve just cross threaded, again ....but I`m inta me third beer in prep for Australia Day (Tomorra)...Happy Australia day, Australia!
:drinks:
ya....Happy Aussie day fellas......maybe after your 6th wobbly pop you can tell us a real downunda storay from when you got pulled over........since Klavs was a bit lame.... :boredom:
Quote from: CanDman on January 24, 2014, 10:08:39 PM
ya....Happy Aussie day fellas......maybe after your 6th wobbly pop you can tell us a real downunda storay from when you got pulled over........since Klavs was a bit lame.... :boredom:
Driving to me had always been an activity in itself, like riding a bike, not just a means of getting from A to B.
I always drove fast from day one and favoured cars that would cruise and corner well at speed over tyre smokers from the traffic lights. In the 70's and 80's these were mostly European cars, although I did have a lot of petrol head cars as well.
In 1995 travelling from Adelaide to Melbourne, a distance of 750 km's with not much in between, I set out at 10.00pm and settled into my usual speed of 160kph. I had done this trip 30 or 40 times. It became obvious very quickly that this was an unusual night, clear as a bell and no traffic. As soon as I hit the open road I upped the cruise control to 200kph knowing there would only be a few times I would need to slow down for tiny townships, one reasonably sized town and the odd corner. I had done the trip many times at this speed, particularly through the night.
I had taken delivery of the car only a month or so earlier and had changed out the stock tyres for better ones before picking it up. My wife was in the passenger seat and my two under 5 yo's buckled up in the back.
The road was eerily empty, just a couple of trucks every hour or so. The drive was uneventful for the first 500km's.
At that speed you don't spend a lot of time looking in the mirror, until you see the blue flashing lights illuminating the inside of the car!!
I pulled over and after producing drivers licence etc. I asked them what on earth they were doing out on the highway at that time with only one vehicle an hour, if they were lucky, passing by.
The cop told me they had abandoned their shift on the road hours earlier for just that reason and returned to the station where they were monitoring the truckies CB radio transmissions.
It turned out the truckies had been talking about this car flying past them (I was going twice their speed) and had been amusing themselves speculating when I would next pass one of them, giving their location at the time. The next truck would then report that I had just passed them and so on. The cop told me they had been listening to this for hours and could calculate to the minute when I would get there (Horsham) and had come out just to meet me.
I didn't deny the speed or become argumentative, what's to argue? The cop told me the new judge in town was making his stamp on the place and he couldn't be absolutely sure that the court appearance this speed would normally require wouldn't get a 7 day custodial sentence and given my attitude, age etc he didn't think it warranted that risk so he gave me the maximum on the spot fine - $450.
I got back in the car and my wife casually asked "how much this time?" I told her and she commented "that's a lot" I assured her it was a bargain.
There were no demerit points in those days and as long as you kept paying you couldn't lose your licence other than for drink driving. Not too many years before that even drink driving would most likely just see your car locked up on the side of the road and the cops would take the keys and you would collect them from the station the next morning, unless you were a smart ass.
What was really sad was it became a defining moment when I realised that era of driving was over. Public sentiment, Police attitude and speed detecting technology had changed the game.
From that day on I lost a great deal of interest in cars, any old shitbox can be driven down the road at the speed limit in comfort and safety. Driving just became a matter of getting from A to B.
I still miss "driving" today.
Thank God for motorbikes!!
Having paid a large sum of money to discover the speedo error at that speed was 13kmh I kept the carbon copy of the ticket in my wallet for some years until the "speed detected - 187kph" became illegible. so, no photo's, no video.
Some years earlier I was sprung doing 240 on a CB1100R (sold everywhere
BUT the USA) on the freeway out of Adelaide and didn't even get a ticket, but that's another story.
Noel
Quote from: CanDman on January 24, 2014, 10:08:39 PM
ya....Happy Aussie day fellas......maybe after your 6th wobbly pop you can tell us a real downunda storay from when you got pulled over.......
Geez Noel $450 is a bargain even for 1995...But ya right it was the end of an era, just like the Pill heralded a dramatic social change along with breathalyzers!
Been thinking about this challenge and came to the conclusion I`ve been pretty unproductive for the Constabulary pockets. Most of my run ins were from Cage parking in unusual places at night! (esp between 1966 and 1974) :mocking: (1949 Dodge with huge rear seat, 56 FJ, VW Combi, 63EJ panelVan, then EH & HR til I got a 74 HQ shagon Wagon!)
I honestly believe I have a very reliable sixth sense that accurateley predicts the presence of blue uniforms.
I first experienced this phenomenon in November 1966 in my first year as an apprentice. I commuted to work (Guildford to Merrylands NSW) on a 250cc Heel sprung BMW. I soon discovered that if I took the Woolworths Intersection without stopping for traffic I would be heading uphill at 60mph towards the level bridge that crossed the Massive Pipeline supplying water to all of Sydney. Anything less than 60 and my back wheel would not sucesssfully clear the entire bridge span of about 11 metres. I know cause I had been practising everyday for about 6 weeks.
The approach gave no vision of the otherside and sure enough one day for the first time, something told me to just putter over it! :unknown:
Yep, you`ve guessed it....on the otherside was parked a heavily fortified paddy wagon with two men in blue beside it, legs spread apart, ready to pounce on the bad arse that comes through there every afternoon (according to residents!) at 4.30 pm weekdays!
That sense has got me out of a lot of trouble over the years but interestingly like superman I discovered early on that it lost it`s strength when I wasn`t wearing my clothes or was in close proximity ta claptonite!
Not FJ related but recent, the car I was in was pulled over in Mexico City. I was with two co-workers returning to San Luis Potosi after reviewing welding robots at Lincoln Electric for a future purchase. The motor cops were parked where they can see traffic entering the freeway. Shortly after entering the freeway the two moto cops, the one riding pillion (on 1 bike) motioned that we are to pull over. They speed up and motioned to a second vehicle (also with out of state plates) to pull over as well. The freeways here do not have shoulders, we followed till we could exit and the moto cops and two cars pulled to a stop. Not knowing the language very well I missed what was said so I retell this part after it was told to me. We were pulled over for a routine check. Our rental car was missing the equivalent of a registration card (vehicle ID of sorts). This gave the moto cops exactly what they wanted and demanded that we pay 6,000 Pesos as a fine or have the car impounded. Then the fine changed to 3,000 Pesos each (for the 3 of us in the car 9,000 total), then after some talking they would accept 4,000 Pesos ($4000MXD x 0.074 = $296USD). That is right, cash on the spot or loose your car. We collected what we could, I handed over a meager 400 Pesos and $32USD (all but the 40 Pesos I had in my pocket) to get the fine paid. During my visit to this wonderful country I was told of a driving phenomenon called
Mordita (http://www.bajainsider.com/driving-baja/policecorruptionbaja.html#.UuU4HLTTm00)
Now I have experienced it first hand, nice country to visit but I wouldn't want to live here...
I hope my company accepts Mordita as a business expense without a receipt.... :ireful:
Hard to see but I did not dare to photo them close up for fear the fine would go up or lose my phone. No telling what this kind of corrupt policing would do if they can do this shit. Two pics of the moto cops as we followed them to exit the freeway.
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Quote from: ribbert on January 26, 2014, 07:49:37 AM
Quote from: CanDman on January 24, 2014, 10:08:39 PM
ya....Happy Aussie day fellas......maybe after your 6th wobbly pop you can tell us a real downunda storay from when you got pulled over........since Klavs was a bit lame.... :boredom:
There were no demerit points in those days and as long as you kept paying you couldn't lose your licence other than for drink driving. Not too many years before that even drink driving would most likely just see your car locked up on the side of the road and the cops would take the keys and you would collect them from the station the next morning, unless you were a smart ass.
Some years earlier I was sprung doing 240 on a CB1100R (sold everywhere BUT the USA) on the freeway out of Adelaide and didn't even get a ticket, but that's another story.
Noel
It's amazing the differences in laws between the states of Australia back then. I remember in 1976, just got my license, driving a mates HR Holden, coming up to an 80 kph zone, planted the accelerator to get up to 80mph ( kmh was fairly new back then plus being young I didn't give a fuck ) next thing a cop jumps out on the road, pulls me over, gives me a serve about speeding, cop a fine.( pretty cheap) but!!! lose 3 points off my license.
Being a P Plater back then you had 4 points to last 12 months, then went on to an open license where you had 9 points, so only having my license about 4 days and losing 3 points I thought fuck this, couldn't care less about the consequences and went on to cop many fines and losses of licenses, plus 3 stints of drink driving before I finally woke up. :ireful:
I can honestly say I haven't lost a point off my license in 28 yrs, but I can imagine getting caught now in Queensland doing 240kmh like Noel, I'd be hung from chains with bricks tied to my balls and Cambell Newman berating me for riding a motorbike. :diablo:
Tony.
Quote from: Bones on January 27, 2014, 12:45:58 AM
............ but I can imagine getting caught now in Queensland doing 240kmh like Noel, I'd be hung from chains with bricks tied to my balls and Cambell Newman berating me for riding a motorbike. :diablo:
Tony
If you got caught doing either of those things in Victoria now you would be guaranteed a spot on the nightly news, a mention on the front page of the paper and the Police commissioner himself, if not the Premier, commenting on it.
This happened recently with a guy doing 235 on a bike (on a highway), it made headlines and was all over the media for a few days. There were even TV interviews with people who had simply seen him ride past. Big deal!
And then there would be the penalties.......
Noel
Geez. I am totally new here, as of today, and contributing to this thread might not be the best move..but here goes. A few for you.
In Victoria. Australia.
When I was about 22 a friend and I were trail riding totally illegal MX KX250 smokers in the sticks close by. Totally naughty bikes on illegal trails.
Cops come on their KTMs. We hit it. My mate in front, goes into a corner wayyyy too hot. Over shoots the corner and off into to the bush. Keeps going.
I pin it, and away but feeling wayyy too guilty. I stop and wait, and wait. One cop pulls up on his KTM300 finally, and goes bezerk at me. Asks me why I stop and I say I'm not leaving my mate behind. He takes my details, and tells me to start pushing my bike back to my ute (pick up). It's a farken hot 35 deg C day. I strip off all my mx riding gear to my pants only and push and push.
Nearly back at the ute, they pull up to me again, after about an hour. The cop can't believe I pushed it all that way. Let's me off on the spot in respect.
One day two of us were riding sporties (I was on a Triumph Daytona) on a nice curvy open bush land highway. I was infront and seeing no one was coming down the other side of a huge valley did what we all do. Hold it open to the bottom :) As my mate was starting to follow me down the valley he could clearly see a cop car starting to crest over the other side towards me. He could see me pinning it on the tank going down the valley, and realised I hade zero chance of knowing what was coming.
When I did see him I hit the anchors hard, but yep. Got me. I stopped because I had no knowledge of the roads there, plus it's illegal to take off right. 180 in a 100. Luckily he didn't get me at full song. Got chatting, offered him a ride...haha...the speedo wasn't working etc etc. he dropped it to 127 for me. Kept my licence.
Driving my modified track car WRX to Bright late one night. It's a windy nice bit of bitumen. Running late for the motel arrival cut off time. Foggy. Damn, cop car is following a car doing 95 in a 100. So why not right? Yep, I overtook them both in a slightly tight section of twisty... It's a little bit foggy and wet...Missus says that was really dumb...I tell her it's no biggie don't worry...then the lights come on. Uh oh. Haha.
Officer was really questioning my reasoning to overtaking. I had no where to go and was getting a ticket anyway, so I merely asked if there was any point in arguing any point about what I did. Amazingly, he said to go for it. So I did. This may surprise some.
I told him this car is actually a track car, but legal, it's worked and very quick. I know it's limits and mine and am currently coming second in the modified class of a track day series, I felt absolutely in control and planned the manoeuvre fully. Incredibly, he appreciated my honesty and let me off. Asking me to make sure I only used the fog lamps when no one else was in view. Bizarre.
3 times I have been clearly seen by cops cruising along on only the back wheel while riding my KTM530 converted to supermoto on the road. One time I was caught out again by a crest. Balancing a beauty up a hill when a fully marked patrol car came over the top again straight at me. I set it down and looked up at the sky in animated disgust at myself, showing the officer I was clearly sprung. But, incredibly, he never showed in my mirror. So what do you do after that? Celebrate with another huge wheelie while laughing.
One time I was on the back wheel in front of another friend and patrol car came around the corner. This time they turned around and followed us for a while. My mate was riding a big Harley on his limited learner permit and was breaking the law by doing so. I was thinking like mad of a way to get them to pull me over and not him. So there was a break in traffic, I picked a tight gap and went for it a bit. Damn. Didn't work. They pulled him over instead. I returned for support. They never even check my licence, just said hi to me. Hilarious. My buddy lost his licence for six months over it. He still pissed off at me for attracting their attention.
Apparently, rumour has it, that a rider in Vic went to court over his wheelstand fine. He won the case and was let off, because the officer wrote the ticket for dangerous riding. He had people go in to bat saying he is a very accomplished rider and has full control while on the back wheel. There is actually no law here saying you need to be on both wheels. As long as you aren't speeding, you are good to go, maybe? Every time I have been caught on the rear I was under the speed limit. Maybe that's why? Don't know. Does anyone in here form Vic know?
I have a vid on YouTube showing me riding around on the back wheel for ages on a push bike. Maybe I could have used that, and argued in court that I can do the same on a motorcycle but would never put it on YouTube? Lol.
I got a couple more. But that will do. I have totally changed my ways over the last year or so. Must be getting old. Had my fun. I doubt I'd ever do much like those stories anymore.
My personal experience with police here has been brilliant. It seems like when you take your helmet off and see you are a bit older, they seem to think you are a bit more skilled and mature. Lol.
Quote from: Hoobz on January 27, 2014, 03:30:15 AM
There is actually no law here saying you need to be on both wheels. Maybe that's why? Don't know. Does anyone in here form Vic know?
I believe it is a given that if the front wheel is off the road you are not in control of the vehicle. I also thought it got a specific mention in the anti hoon laws.
What ever rule they apply doesn't matter, get sprung pulling a wheelie and your done, and taking it to court these days would be a waste off money (more money!)
Vic Police no longer exercise roadside discretion.
Noel
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Vic Police no longer exercise roadside discretion.
Noel
Vic Police no longer are allowed any roadside discretion. Once they've called it in, you're toast.
Well, so glad I am a good boy these days then gents :hi:
You know the motorcycle cop isn't gunna let you off with a warning when he throws his helmet and keeps screaming "CUNT" at you.
Quote from: Klavdy on January 28, 2014, 07:33:32 AM
You know the motorcycle cop isn't gunna let you off with a warning when he throws his helmet and keeps screaming "CUNT" at you.
Speaking from personal experience, are you? :sarcastic:
Quote from: Arnie on January 28, 2014, 09:27:15 AM
Quote from: Klavdy on January 28, 2014, 07:33:32 AM
You know the motorcycle cop isn't gunna let you off with a warning when he throws his helmet and keeps screaming "CUNT" at you.
Speaking from personal experience, are you? :sarcastic:
Now why would anyone call Klav a cunt ? :mocking:
Going a bit off-topic, but this story from England about 10 years ago might raise a smile:
Motorcyclist requests trial by combat
Jobless mechanic Leon Humphreys shocked magistrates by demanding the right to trial by combat under medieval law when he appeared at a Suffolk court.
Mr Humphreys, 60, made his request after being charged with failing to notify the DVLA (Driver & Vehicle Licensing Authority) that his motorcycle was off the road. He claimed he was entitled to ask the court to establish his guilt or innocence by allowing him to fight to the death against a champion nominated by the DVLA. Mr Humphreys, of Bury St Edmunds, Suffolk, said the fact that he had opted for trial by combat meant he did not have to enter a plea of guilty or not guilty. But JPs in the town decided to log his unusual request as a not guilty plea and adjourned his case until November 22 to fix a date for his trial.
The right to trial by combat was introduced in Britain by the Normans after the invasion of 1066. Under the law people used to fight each other to solve disputes. It was assumed the person in the right would win as God would back the victor. The law used to allow people like priests, women and the elderly to substitute champions to fight on their behalf. The practice was commonplace until the 1300s when the system of trial by jury began to be introduced instead.
Bachelor Leon said after the hearing: "I believe the right to trial by combat is still on the statute books. I can ask for it because the new Human Rights law gives ordinary people the right to use the law for their own purposes. I am willing to fight a champion put up by the DVLA if they want to accept my challenge – but they must remember it is a fight to the death. The victor speaks in the name of God and justice so it is a reasonable enough way of sorting the matter out. I know I am in the right so I do not have anything to worry about. I am reasonably fit and not afraid of taking anyone on in a fight."
Traditionally fights under the trial by combat law used to be settled by combatants wielding swords, lances or staves with iron heads. Former seaman Mr Humphreys said he was unsure which party would have the right to decide on the weapons used if the DVLA accepted his challenge. But he added that he was prepared to fight with Japanese samurai swords, razor sharp Ghurka knives or even heavy blacksmith hammers.
He was taken to court after failing to pay a £25 fine for not notifying the DVLA that his Suzuki 125 cc motorcycle was off the road. But he said: "It is my property and it is my right to do what I like with it."
A spokesman for the Lord Chancellor's department, which runs Britain's courts, said: "I am not aware that anyone has the right to demand trial by combat these days. It has been the law for hundreds of years that people can only ask for trial by jury or by magistrates if they are accused of a lesser offence. If this man claims he has the right to trial by combat then he will have to present the court with evidence of the legislation to show he has the right to do so." A DVLA spokeswoman said: "We have never dealt with a request for trial by combat before. We are looking into the legal issues."
Quote from: mz_rider on January 28, 2014, 12:07:19 PM
Going a bit off-topic, but this story from England about 10 years ago might raise a smile:
Motorcyclist requests trial by combat
Jobless mechanic Leon Humphreys shocked magistrates by demanding the right to trial by combat under medieval law when he appeared at a Suffolk court.
Mr Humphreys, 60, made his request after being charged with failing to notify the DVLA (Driver & Vehicle Licensing Authority) that his motorcycle was off the road. He claimed he was entitled to ask the court to establish his guilt or innocence by allowing him to fight to the death against a champion nominated by the DVLA. Mr Humphreys, of Bury St Edmunds, Suffolk, said the fact that he had opted for trial by combat meant he did not have to enter a plea of guilty or not guilty. But JPs in the town decided to log his unusual request as a not guilty plea and adjourned his case until November 22 to fix a date for his trial.
The right to trial by combat was introduced in Britain by the Normans after the invasion of 1066. Under the law people used to fight each other to solve disputes. It was assumed the person in the right would win as God would back the victor. The law used to allow people like priests, women and the elderly to substitute champions to fight on their behalf. The practice was commonplace until the 1300s when the system of trial by jury began to be introduced instead.
Bachelor Leon said after the hearing: "I believe the right to trial by combat is still on the statute books. I can ask for it because the new Human Rights law gives ordinary people the right to use the law for their own purposes. I am willing to fight a champion put up by the DVLA if they want to accept my challenge – but they must remember it is a fight to the death. The victor speaks in the name of God and justice so it is a reasonable enough way of sorting the matter out. I know I am in the right so I do not have anything to worry about. I am reasonably fit and not afraid of taking anyone on in a fight."
Traditionally fights under the trial by combat law used to be settled by combatants wielding swords, lances or staves with iron heads. Former seaman Mr Humphreys said he was unsure which party would have the right to decide on the weapons used if the DVLA accepted his challenge. But he added that he was prepared to fight with Japanese samurai swords, razor sharp Ghurka knives or even heavy blacksmith hammers.
He was taken to court after failing to pay a £25 fine for not notifying the DVLA that his Suzuki 125 cc motorcycle was off the road. But he said: "It is my property and it is my right to do what I like with it."
A spokesman for the Lord Chancellor's department, which runs Britain's courts, said: "I am not aware that anyone has the right to demand trial by combat these days. It has been the law for hundreds of years that people can only ask for trial by jury or by magistrates if they are accused of a lesser offence. If this man claims he has the right to trial by combat then he will have to present the court with evidence of the legislation to show he has the right to do so." A DVLA spokeswoman said: "We have never dealt with a request for trial by combat before. We are looking into the legal issues."
Awesome story! 10 years ago? anybody know how it ended?
All I can find is that his request was denied by the court (no surprise) and he was given another fine for not paying the original fine.
Correction: DVLA = Driver and Vehicle Licensing AGENCY
Moving even further away from the thread, the DVLA in the UK is, in my experience, very efficient and easy to deal with.
The DMV in the US is portrayed in sitcoms etc as a bureaucratic nightmare with officious staff - is this fair?
It's worse than that :)
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Looks like Texas DMV. Worked in Arizona 8 years ago and had to renew my license. Took a book to read because I thought it would be like Texas. Gave them my info and did'nt get a chance to open the book before they called my name. Walked in and out in less than 15 minutes. License good for 12 years and cost $5.70. Still got it, good for 4 more years. Saved at least 10 hours of waiting over the years. Piss on Texas. :negative: Dave
Quote from: mz_rider on January 28, 2014, 03:31:53 PM
Moving even further away from the thread, the DVLA in the UK is, in my experience, very efficient and easy to deal with.
The DMV in the US is portrayed in sitcoms etc as a bureaucratic nightmare with officious staff - is this fair?
Depends on the state. :unknown:
Indiana's BMV used to look a lot like that picture... but massive changes in the system here changed it dramatically. We can now do a lot of transactions online that we couldn't before, like renew registrations, etc. I've yet, since the changes, spent over 30 minutes in one of their offices.
Recently I tried one of the newer services: scheduled appointments. I scheduled online, checked-in upon arrival, and the next available clerk did the work for me. :biggrin:
I've also had to deal with the Missouri BMV on a lost title issue. Theirs is run by a private contractor, and they were very good, too.
About 30+ years ago, my two brothers and I decided to vist my forth brother in Barry's Beach Victoria Australia. I was riding a Z900, the other a suzuki 750 waterbottle and the third a Mach111 kawasaki with a three into one exhaust. On the way back home (it was starting to get dark) the Mach111 front lights went out after a few minutes of riding, after a short time for some reason the baffle from the exhaust decided to spit itself onto the road (these things were very load with the baffle).
Being in the middle of no-where we kept on going with the Mach111 between the Z900 and the bottle when all of a sudden we noticed blue lights flashing behind us. Anyway Andy on the Mach111 quickly switches off his motor just as the cop flies past gets in front and coasts to a stop. The cop gets out of the patrol car with his hand on his gun ( bush cops were allowed to carry guns when alone in pursuit cars in those days) and proceeds to yell all sorts of abuse about the load noise as we rode past.
Because the Mach11 had his engine off before stopping his radar pointed direct at the waterbottle (with standard exhausts - very quiet), he asks (demanded) my brother to start the kettle and proceeded to rev the shit out of the motor, after a few seconds he yelled at the top of his voice"TURN THE BLOODY THING OF I CAN'T HEAR MYSELF THINK" and started to write a ticket BUT we then convince him to check the exhausts which were ADR approved etc. After a while he gave us a warning, told us to be on our way. He stood beside his car waiting for us to take off.
Andy on the Mach111 put on his kill switch which prevented the bike from starting. After what seemed like 20minutes the cop got tired and drove off.
We then went the the 250kms through dirt roads to avoid the now aggro cop.
Having three brothers means we had tons of stories but this is always mentioned for a laugh
I just remembered another event from way back.
I was 8 years old riding a Honda Z50 and my cousin had a Fox mini bike powered by a Briggs and Stratton engine.
My Honda is really beat. The OEM headlight and taillight were long gone, casualties of too much unsupervised riding adventures. The muffler was replaced with a piece of straight pipe scavenged from a bicycle handlebar. If you rev'ed the engine in the dark, flames would shoot out the pipe. The only shiny piece on the bike was the chrome finished rear fender. It was recently replaced after the original fender was destroyed during the same incident that took out the taillight.
Directly across the street from my parent's house was Woolrich woolen mills. I had to ride two blocks thru their parking lots to reach the fields behind the mill, all private property.
One sunny afternoon my cousin and I went for a ride. After leaving my parent's driveway, we head for the fields. As we rounded the corner of a warehouse building there was a state police cruiser sitting in middle of the road, blocking our path. After a brief interrogation, my cousin's bike and mine were put in the trunk of the cruiser and we were driven to my parents (two blocks away).
As we pulled into my parent's driveway, my dad was standing on the front porch to greet us. I thought I was dead, or at least grounded for life.
My dad asks "What the problem officer?" The officer replies "Your son was riding an unregistered motorcycle without a license on public roads". My father was a surveyor and very knowledgeable about the property boundaries in our neighborhood. He replied "That's private property". The officer replied" The parking lot is open to the public". My father replied," last week there was an accident in the parking lot and you couldn't respond because it was private property and today you can, you can't have it both ways".
The officer didn't know what to say. As the officer was pulling my bike out of the trunk, he put a small scratch on the rear fender of my bike (the only shiny piece on it). My dad says to the officer, "you just scratched my son's bike, who's going to pay for the damage? "
The officer mumbled something under his breath and made a hasty retreat into his car. He couldn't get out of my parent driveway fast enough.
When I think about incidents like this, I'm reminded about how much I miss my dad.
Ha! brilliant stories!
I've got a couple, but the one I like best wasn't me. A friend of my brother's, Bill, ran the local wreckers and Kawasaki dealership in Townsville North Queensland. Having a Kawasaki dealer and wreckers co-located is kinda appropriate, but I digress.
Bill was out picking up bits on his bright green outfit when he was pulled over by the fuzz. After a long chat where he failed to ping Bill for doing anything wrong or find anything wrong with the bike.
Finally, after checking the paperwork, inspiration! He fixed Bill with a steely stare and enquired " how come your outfit has a big Kawasaki sing on it when it's a Honda?"
"well", Bill replied, "Your car has a big Pohleece sign on it and it's a Ford!"
Guess it could have gone either way from there but he was allowed to go. Tops!
We've all got a couple of stories but mine has nothing to do with a cop.I"m a city boy,and my riding partner a farmer.We were riding in Glastonbury,Hebron CT on dirt bikes thru fields,streams,powerlines,hillclimbs,with rhythm and not paying attention to the terrane that changed to a freshly plowed 4 ft high half acre flat field,I picked up the front wheel to get a good launch,at speed ,but the front wheel never picked up,it just went straight ,20 ft into freshly plowed cow maneure. "I GOT PULLED OVER" the handle bars to my knees, I did a face plant that I still get reminded of today.NOone would help me get the bike out of the hot maneure cause they were laughing soo hard they couldn't stand up.I also road home by myself(new nobbies)
How would you explain this one?
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That's funny, Karma for running that stop sign..
George
Quote from: Klavdy on March 20, 2014, 11:25:20 PM
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Funny how he tries to "dive and catch"... so he could get dragged along by the trailer I guess. Good thing he put the tractor is a safe condition before jumping off the damned thing.
Frank
PS - where DO you find this stuff sir?
I bet that tractor had no brakes.
Sometimes all you need is a lucky break,,,
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Things aren't always as they seem though,,,