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Ok, anyone got any cool pulled over by the police speeding stories? I'll go first.

For a while i lived in the People's Republic of New York. One day, on the way home from work, I was blown away by a woman driving a 78 cutlass supreme, with a harley sticker on the rear window. I took this as an offense to my manhood, so I sped up to pass her. We came up to the toll booths for the NYS Throughway and came out even. My Saab Turbo easily outperformed her. However, I knew there were quite a few JBT's cruising the throughway, so i only went up to 15 mph over the posted speedlimit-55. She blows me away again, and gets in the far left lane (the NYS trhoughway is proabably 8 lanes around Albany) and starts running around 85, i'd guess. I speed up just to see what's going to happen, cuz i'm curious. sure enough, she comes up on a NYS Trooper, who is also in the far left lane...and she starts tailgating the trooper going about 75 in a 55 zone!!!!

Well, I was rolling on the floor laughing at this. The cop keeps going for about a mile. Finally, he gets tired of being tailgated and pulls into the second left lane so she can pass, which she does. He then pulls in behind her and lights her up.

Only in NY are people this stupid. My guess is she was Cuomo's daughter or something like that. I've always wanted to find out who this chic was to be sooooo stupid!

Anyone beat this story?

Oh, I forgot to add this:

You know how cops are soooo calm and cool as they get out of their cars and come up to the driver's side window? Well, this didn't happen. the cop was seriously pissed!!! He got out, slammed his door hard and stormed up to the chic driving the cutless. I'd love to have heard that discussion.

My alternate theory is that it was Hitlery Clinton, then wife of the governor of Arkansas, who of course even then didn't have to obey the laws made for us mere mortals.

I was a freshman in college home for the summer when buddy Sam drove by with a new Dodge Super Bee, saying he had made an amazing discovery. The Dodge would hit 100 miles per hour without kicking in the four bbl carb, he claimed. I jumped in for a first-hand exibition.
We were doing an easy 90 as we left the city limits heading west on Highway 2, a two-lane blacktop running across southern Iowa. As we came over a hill at 105, we observed a highway patrolman had pulled over a semi carrying eight or ten new cars. Sam got over to the left lane and the trooper stepped up and held on to the semi's left mirror as we went by.
We took back road gravel back to town and I came to the conclusion that it would be a good idea to keep my distance from Sam and his Super Bee.

Can't beat it but I was on the New Jersey Turnpike in 1990 doing the speed limit in the two car only lanes. I was driving a Honda Civic DX. Never drove it above 80 or so but it handled great and got 31 mpg around town and 35 on the highway.

This young gal in a blue Jaguar blows past me at about 85. To my right, in the 3 car-bus-truck lanes, I see a State Trooper (I hear these NJ State Troopers are really nasty) driving an unmarked Chevy Impalla.

He zigs over to our set of lanes and shoots out past me. About 3 miles later, he has the Jaguar pulled over and the driver and passenger have their hands up with one of the driver's arms sticking out the window. Oh well, I thought.

I've got the ticket story of all time:

Back on Jan 23,1965, my wife and I were driving from L.A. to Las Vegas for my cousin's wedding; we were in Nevada and it was early in the morning when I saw a car pulled over to the side of the road ahead with white vapor coming from the tailpipe. I was concerned that maybe the guy needed help and since we were the only other car for miles I thought I would pull over and offer to help. I pulled in behind his car and walked up to the driver's door and looked inside. A guy was slumped over the seat with his feet near the pedals and his head resting on the passenger window, either asleep or passed out.

I walked around the car and looked at all of the tires and they were okay, so I decided to wake him up and make sure he didn't gas himself with the idling engine.

When I tapped on the passenger window glass with my knuckles, he raised his head and looked groggily in my direction and put his head back on the glass.

Well, I couldn't have this, after all if I drove off and he asphyxiated himself it would sort of be my fault, so I rapped again, only harder this time.

Well, this did it - the guy raised up, rolled the window part-way down and said, "What the Hell d'ya want?"

I told him that he had better leave a window open or shut off the engine before he killed himself and he told me to get lost.

I got back in the car with my wife and relayed our conversation to her and took off on toward Vegas.

We hadn't gone more that two miles at about 70 MPH when this same car came roaring up behind and passed going at least 100.

About three more miles down the road I saw a flashing red light and sure enough, here was my sleepy friend sitting in his car and a state trooper with his foot on the bumper writing away in his ticket book.

I'll bet that guy would've beat the crap out me if he had had the chance.

Anyone beat this story?

Yup!

I was driving to NJ 2 years ago, passing thru CT on I-84.

I'm cruising at roughly 85-90, when I spot a CTSP car way ahead as we crested a hill. I move to the center lane and drop speed...

Whe all of a sudden I hear a HUGE roar, and my car is shaken as a Porsche 911/930 (could have been either) with a slant nose FLEW past me in the RIGHT lane at WAY over 120 mph!

He sees the left lane SP car too late and locked them up with a loud screech and a LOT o' fish-tailing and smoke!

Mr. Statie just calmy moves over behind him...paces him while he calls for backup and a tow...then light em up!

WE passed the Porsche with an Asian gentleman pounding the steering wheel and his mouth moving a mile a minute...

Had to do a Nelson "Ha-Ha" as I kept driving!

How's that?