Best ....."I got pulled over " stories....

[CanDman]

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   ) ...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... ....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.....



Dark Knight Rises Chase Scene With Motorcycle



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[TexasDave]

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! Dave

[Joe Sull]

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"

[Klavdy]

This is what we are putting up with in Queensland, Australia at the moment.

Queensland Police Harrassment

[gumby302ho]

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.

[Joe Sull]

This is what we are putting up with in Queensland, Australia at the moment.

Queensland Police Harrassment

Unfriggenbelievable! I feel for ya man! Police state or what. PC Nazi

[TexasDave]

Police state for sure. Like that guy I wouldn't ride anywhere without a GoPro! Dave

[aviationfred]

This is what we are putting up with in Queensland, Australia at the moment.

Queensland Police Harrassment

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

[big r]

That is totally ridiculous. I would think that would constitute as harassment in my books.Big R

[carey]

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

[carey]

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.       

[CanDman]

Great stories..    ...although I hope I don't have another one upon my return from Australia.......Now I see why Doug chose NSW instead of Queensland.....

What's your story Klavionette..... surely you can regale us with a tale or two...??  I would enjoy hearing one 

[Vsekvsek]

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.

[CanDman]

     ROTFLMAO........ ahhhhh these are great stories......thx guys...keep em coming.... !!!

[Klavdy]

This is what we are putting up with in Queensland, Australia at the moment.

Queensland Police Harrassment

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?

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