The first time I got pulled over was at 1:30am on a Friday night in San Luis Obispo. The police officer told me I had been "fluxuating in speed." I guess that's a nice way to say "we thought that maybe you were drunk." But anyway, he found out I was doing an all night Santa Barbara -- San Francisco drive (cause he asked heh), and let me go.

The other time I got out of it was one day when I was driving home from work, and my Arizona license plates had expired (when I was now living in Berkeley, CA). So I got pulled over, and the first thing I said to him was (in one big breath): "I know my plates are expired but look I have the new ones right here in this envelope on the back seat I just don't have a screwdriver to change them and I'm going to get one." He was really nice and flashed me a smile and said to get on the screwdriver thing pronto and that was that.

One time I got a ticket for "following vehicles too closely" when there was only ONE OTHER VEHICLE on the road and I was in the middle of PASSING IT. The trooper was a hickville moron that figured my blue and pink hair meant I was up to no good. Sigh.

All in CA though. heh

¤ ¤ credit: kismet | 06.05.02 at 05:31 AM | link--this ¤ ¤

Not mine, but a friend's car which I happened to be in - we were getting the booze in for a party, but it's illegal to have alcohol in a car here at all (yes, this is a pretty impossible law to enforce a lot of the time). So there we are with a good 50 units of the stuff, and the police car flashes us... because my friend had forgotten to turn his lights back on. ;-)

¤ ¤ credit: Tina | 06.05.02 at 06:55 AM | link--this ¤ ¤

Well...it all started because Druzba felt I didn't need new tires on my car...even though they were bald. So I went with a bunch of students to Boston (I live in Maine) to see the Vagina Monologues, parking my car at my friend's house and taking her van. Well, we didn't get back until late at night...the roads were a little slippery and I kept running into snowbanks cuz' my car had NO traction. All of a sudden...the blues went on in back of me...I pulled over as best as I could (basically plowing through another snowbank) and the officer was a dick. He made me get out of the car, had me do all these alcohol tests, while I tried to explain about my tires. When I passed all the tests he could possibly give..he gave me a breathalizer test and I passed that....and so he looked at my tires...saw that everything I had told him was correct and then wrote me up for illegial tires.

Ass

¤ ¤ credit: Amytart | 06.05.02 at 09:40 AM | link--this ¤ ¤

I have gotten 4 speeding tickets. I guess I am lacking charm and witt....

Oh yea, I'm only 20!

¤ ¤ credit: Jen | 06.05.02 at 09:57 AM | link--this ¤ ¤

Damn the KY State Troopers! Fortuntately for us, Daric works with many of them, so we get overlooked for everything ;)

¤ ¤ credit: Ashley | 06.05.02 at 09:59 AM | link--this ¤ ¤

Five years ago, I got a speeding ticket in Alachua county, Florida (this is where Gainsville is and is notoriously bad for jerk cops)... I knew not to speed through there so I was going about 75 to pass a car on the left (the speed limit is 70)... the cop follows me for over five minutes and then I get the lights behind me.

There were 4 of us in my car on our way up to Atlanta to see a James concert. The cop didn't even ask to see my registration or insurance or anything. He just said "you were going about 80" (which is still petty bullcrap in a 70 mph zone) and wrote me a ticket. Probably figured with the IL plates that we were Spring Breakers and wouldn't be back to fight the ticket.

The worst part is that they scheduled the court date over THREE MONTHS later on the day of my Physiology final. So I got a continuance, but then it was set for the middle of July. (I got the ticket on March 1) I certainly wasn't going to drive back down there from home (in Chicago) to fight the thing, so I had to pay it.

Jerks.

¤ ¤ credit: leandra | 06.05.02 at 10:04 AM | link--this ¤ ¤

As a cop, I wrote tickets starting at 16 miles per hour and over. I thought I started rather high for a small city officer. (I meant a small city not that I'm small). Anyway, I was an equal opportunity ticket writer. Good looking or not, I damn sure gave tickets to everyone. I thought the ugly people of America would appreciate what I was doing...but I don't know? One thing I always find amusing is that I'm a Law Enforcement Officer. Therefore, I enforce laws...and fairly I might add. I wasn't a complete jerk. People always got mad at me like it was my fault they were speeding or breaking the law. How many times do you go to McDonalds and yell at the clerk for giving you the fries and drink you ordered? He's only doing his job. Am I right or am I right? Sorry..sheesh, I could go on and on and on....

¤ ¤ credit: Sean | 06.05.02 at 10:12 AM | link--this ¤ ¤

My best of getting away with it is when I was cruising home from work at about 45 in a 35. Apparently the po-po followed me for about a mile, and I just never looked in my rear view mirror. I pulled into my driveway, got out of my truck and saw the cop sitting there. He gives me lip about not seeing him, and then informs me that he figures I was doing about 45. I asked him how he determined that, and if he had his calibration certificates for his spedometer. He looks at me like I'm nuts (mind you I was about 18 at the time) and says "What're you, some kind of lawyer?" To which I reply "No, I just know what I'm talking about." He let me go with what he called a warning, but he never took my license or registration so I don't think that ever went through.
Apart from that I've gotten several speeding tickets and a non-stopping while right on red reduced to the minimum fine and no points. I also got out of a ticket for turning before oncoming traffic took off from the green light by pleading feigned ignorance :)

¤ ¤ credit: jesse | 06.05.02 at 10:31 AM | link--this ¤ ¤

I don't have a get-out-of-jail-free story. I have a stand around in jail, SHOELESS (because I might hang myself with my leather laces over a speeding ticket??), for three hours while the extortion money is wired in from another state story.

Don't ever fucking go to North Carolina. And if you do, don't go 90 in a 65 mph zone. And if you do, don't let the buzz cut State Trooper-wannabe Sheriff's Deputy catch you. And if you do, don't let him see the ticket you got three hours earlier while leaving South Carolina. And if you do, don't let him see how seriously fucking furious you are at his condescending attitude. Fucking fucker fuckhead.

This happened nearly ten years ago...clearly I still have some issues with this incident...

¤ ¤ credit: Sekimori | 06.05.02 at 10:54 AM | link--this ¤ ¤

I've been pulled overtwice, but I've never gotten a ticket. Both times were in Virginia, in college. The first time I was doing 72 in a 55....the cop said he understood that I didn't know the speed limit since I was from out of state. The second time was on my way to work one day. I was doing 50 in a 35. I told the officer I was trying a new route to work and didn't realize the speed limit had dropped from 45 to 35. Luckily, they both believed my stories!

¤ ¤ credit: Sara | 06.05.02 at 11:24 AM | link--this ¤ ¤

The first time I got stopped for a traffic violation, I got a warning. When the cop first saw me I was doing 55 in a 35 MPH zone and when he finally stopped me I was doing 80 in a 45 MPH zone. I was seventeen.

¤ ¤ credit: Kymberlie R. McGuire | 06.05.02 at 11:36 AM | link--this ¤ ¤

I made a right turn on red, at a junction which had a giant "No Right Turn On Red" sign, when there was a cop car behind me. Yeah. Not smart.

I got pulled over, and I was so super polite to the police man. "Yes, Sir, I made an illegal right turn. No Sir, I didn't see the sign. Yes, Sir, I know it's really big. I'm sorry. Here is my license and registration, Sir."

He let me off with a warning, and my passengers made fun of me for the rest of the month.

¤ ¤ credit: Kristen | 06.05.02 at 11:42 AM | link--this ¤ ¤

Oh, here's another tip... don't smoke tire in front of a cop, unless of course it just started to rain and your tires are bald so you get away with it :)

¤ ¤ credit: jesse | 06.05.02 at 12:31 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

I wasn't pulled over, but I was a passenger in a speeding car. My friend Kris, told the cop, her period had just strarted and she was flowing all over the seat, and she needed to get home and get a tampon ASAP. He slowly backed away from the window and pointed to her to go.

ROFLMAO!!!!!!!!!

¤ ¤ credit: Julie | 06.05.02 at 01:02 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

I got a speeding ticket after I first moved up here (to Central Florida from Miami). As luck would have it, I was driving _back_ to Miami. I had missed the plane to go to our annual meeting (of the Real Job™ I used to have), so I was going a _little_ fast. I was also driving my (at the time) boyfriend's car, because mine wouldn't make it. His car used to have a zillion bumper stickers on it, saying things like "God is coming and boy is she pissed," and "Save the environment: ban country music." I was pulled over in Osceola county, just south of Kissimmee. (People from the area know what I'm talking about -- the rest of you, just start playing the "Theme from Deliverance" in your head.

There was a semi-happy ending, however. The cop took pity on me and gave me a ticket for only going nine miles over the speed limit, not the twenty or so I was actually going. Then at the meeting I came down with the World's Worst Flu and got to drive all the way back home with a 102 degree fever -- but that's another story.

¤ ¤ credit: Andrea Harris | 06.05.02 at 01:22 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

Well, Robyn, this ones on you. I got pulled over for turning on a yellow light and not stopping. The whole time the police officer was talking to me you were in the back seat asking, "is he gonna give you a ticket Mama, is he gonna give you a ticket?" Somehow by some miracle I got off with a verbal warning.

The second time I was driving to our local institution for the mentally handicapped to teach Sunday School. The speed had changed during the week, but since I only drive this road on Sunday how was I to know. The officer gave me a ticket, and then told me to take it to your uncle, Brian, to "take care of it". I kept that ticket for a week before I got up enough nerve to take it to him. I endured his lecture and then he took the ticket and voided it.

¤ ¤ credit: Mama | 06.05.02 at 02:13 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

I'm on a roll, I posted another unfortunate story here. :)

¤ ¤ credit: leandra | 06.05.02 at 03:09 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

I couldn't resist. I've had 5 tickets. :( I got pulled over coming home from Florida when I was 20. I got a verbal warning. I THEN got pulled over 10 minutes later and got a freaking ticket! I got another one in Tennessee in 1991 (going 90). BTW, I was in a Geo Metro. lol

Two years ago, I got two tickets within within 6 months in my Black Mustang. I got another one last year in the middle of some constuction for going 70 in a 55. I now have a White Mustang, but I learned my lesson! Trust me, all three of those tickets showed up this year and doubled my insurance!!!

Hey -- my friends didn't call me Mario for nothing and I figure that my one vice was the LEAST bad thing I could do! ;)

¤ ¤ credit: Christi | 06.05.02 at 10:18 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

that period story julie shared up there ^... that works for pretty much anything. a couple of friends and I went to a show last night and my friend left her birth control in the car and is super good about that whole timing thing, so she wanted to take it right on time and stuff. however, the concert was "no re-entry" so she went up and told him "listen, I need to go to my car right now, it's a girl thing" and he just winced and let her go. haha

¤ ¤ credit: kismet | 06.07.02 at 02:18 AM | link--this ¤ ¤