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

[CanDman]

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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"Just Following Orders, ja?"

With all that heat......Klav ...surely you must have at least one yarn to spin Hmmmmm hmmm?

[JPaganel]

Holy crap, they got HOW MANY coppers questioning ONE GUY?

Ain't moral panics wonderful?

[CanDman]

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.

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........    

[pdxfj]

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..

[Bob]

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.

[Klavdy]

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.

[pdxfj]

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... 

[FJ Flyer]

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.

[Dads_FJ]

Seems there's always a story or two after a rally.  Anybody remember Henry's at the '05 Gunnison rally?! 

[rktmanfj]

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...   

[fj johnnie]

 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.  

[Dan Filetti]

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:





Dan

       

[yosemite]

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 

[Bminder]

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.

[The General]

Hahahaaa! ...I likey.      Did the book help her at all?  I bet the FJ is a better solution!