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Drag racing a state trooper= yes, I'm dumb.

Krakker

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Not really sure how to sum it up other than D X's 3 = DDD!
So long story short, if it's at night and you manage to ditch the road rage A$s hole only to think that he's come up behind you again, make sure that it's actually the same "hole".

What I thought was the "rage" Red Ford fusion swinging quickly around me after on my tail for a 1/4 mile was actually a State trooper Taurus.
Thinking I was going to get swipped at or braked checked after being cut off again, I nailed it. The trooper actually still tried to make his pass stick but my 13 Sonata turbo pulls pretty hard and I dusted it. Thinking the guy would give up I let off and pulled into the right lane just waiting for the off ramp. next thing I know the car that tried to pass flips on the dreaded lights of "your screwed". Are you freakin' kiddin me?????
I pulled off at the ramp and explained my story to the trooper that I was just trying to keep my self and my car from ending up road pizza. Not sure if he cared or not or even how he got the mph on the ticket he still wrote me, but he cited and jetted in the blink of an eye.
I'm hoping I can get the courts to listen and atleast reduce the ticket so that I can take a "stop class" (voiding the ticket) since I've got a perfect record. Anyway, from 75mph to 115 (what he says my speed was) is NOT cheap.
The wife says it'll make a great story to tell the grand kids that Grandpa won a drag race with a trooper. lol :roll: Good Grief.
 
Back in the day...Wow I feel old saying that...many of the street racers in my area were police. Many a teen freaked out when a random patrol car pulled up to see who was hot and which cars were fastest. They pretty much turned a blind eye as we were very safe and had a few spots with no traffic and large run-off areas on all sides, the only damage I even remember was drivetrain damage.
 
Lol.. went thru a similar thing myself..
Atleast here in Pa, they can't charge you or couldn't get a conviction without radar. Even then it can be beat.. now a days with all the dash cameras an what not, they might have one on the Speedo an pointed one at you.. other then that, its his word against urs..
My best advice(with a lot of experience behind it) plead not guilty on the ticket. It's there job to prove ur speed. If they can't, ur scott free.. at worst, it gets everything knocked down to a plea agreement.
 
Instead of telling the cop you were afraid of someone with road rage,

you should have told him if he gave you a ticket that you
would hang around the donut shop and tell all his buddies
that you dusted him with a Sonata like he was stuck in second gear.:lmao:









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I got a criminal speeding ticket. It actually started out face down on his hood in hand cuffs. While sitting in his car, it was about 5 AM in a bad snow storm, and probably the end of his shift. His girlfriend/wife was calling him on his cell and bitching at him about something, so he decided to write me a ticket for 95 mph, which he estimated, with the turnpike speed reduced to 45mph.

Cost me a 600 dollar lawyer and I got it reduced to a 29 over ticket with the max fine of 400. Also a bunch of community service and that drivers safety class.

Not sure how he came up with 95. I had the cruise at 72. However, when I went through the toll booth just prior, I spun 3 gears of 100 foot rooster tails in a loud WRX wrapped in snow tires, and he was sitting at one of the tool booths on the other end, talking to one of them, and saw me. Oops...
 
I once was a young dumbass in the making..... I had just bought the new "at the time" 2001 Mustang Bullitt in black. Not a big deal when it comes to the ponies, however I had a few things to it shortly outta the box. So on a weekend, my buddies an I were out screwin off at the bar "I was sober, never drink and drive" Yea... Okay, maybe I had 1 er 2.... Anyway.... On our way home from the bar, I always play it safe driving from downtown SLC to home, I found it less COP heavy taking the back streets.... So I find myself next to some dude with a GT mustange. Not too worried about his 5.0 against my 4.6, I really didn't give a shit to actually race this dumbass. Until one of my buddies says..... OHHHH! Did that F*CKER just rev on your ass.... That was enough for me, mean while I had a good friend next to me who had at the time a Chevell 396 Blown sitting shotgun... He says, lets see it.... This shit box couldn't come close to my Chevell....

IGHT!.... That was enough for me...... So to end the story of running 4 red lights at WAY over a bill, all that 5.0 got was a good look of the Bullitt badge on the ass. Then TURN on the lights.... Well shit! Everyone smelled of booz, I figured I was screwed because I had no idea on how much this asshole had seen me do.... As he walks up to my tinted illegal as hell windows, just as I started to crack the window my buddy ridin shotgun blurts out loud as F!!! Tell him your "bother" (he said my last name) said it was cool if we raced in his HOOD! (my brother the COP) I rolled the window down further just to hear the cop say (my last name) Are you serious???? Why in the hell did he have me pull you over???? I looked at this dude... HU? Little did I know my bro was the FTO (feild training officer) for this guy standing at my window.

The cop says, he's my FTO and he's in the car. Should I get him... I said OH HELL NO give me the ticket I not tryin to catch an ass whoopin. The cop says, you better leave then because I hate dealing with domestic situations. I pull away, shortly a text from my brother. "You little mother FUC*ER!!! You better no be at dads when I get off work tonight".

Trust me I woulda loved to have the ticket after he got a hold of my ass. I guess I can consider myself lucky because he never ratted me out to our ol man. He figured I got it good enough.
 
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Your misfortune had me ROLLIN!!! Thanks for the laugh."thumbsup"

I once was a young dumbass in the making..... I had just bought the new "at the time" 2001 Mustang Bullitt in black. Not a big deal when it comes to the ponies, however I had a few things to it shortly outta the box. So on a weekend, my buddies an I were out screwin off at the bar "I was sober, never drink and drive" Yea... Okay, maybe I had 1 er 2.... Anyway.... On our way home from the bar, I always play it safe driving from downtown SLC to home, I found it less COP heavy taking the back streets.... So I find myself next to some dude with a GT mustange. Not too worried about his 5.0 against my 4.6, I really didn't give a shit to actually race this dumbass. Until one of my buddies says..... OHHHH! Did that F*CKER just rev on your ass.... That was enough for me, mean while I had a good friend next to me who had at the time a Chevell 396 Blown sitting shotgun... He says, lets see it.... This shit box couldn't come close to my Chevell....

IGHT!.... That was enough for me...... So to end the story of running 4 red lights at WAY over a bill, all that 5.0 got was a good look of the Bullitt badge on the ass. Then TURN on the lights.... Well shit! Everyone smelled of booz, I figured I was screwed because I had no idea on how much this asshole had seen me do.... As he walks up to my tinted illegal as hell windows, just as I started to crack the window my buddy ridin shotgun blurts out loud as F!!! Tell him your "bother" (he said my last name) said it was cool if we raced in his HOOD! (my brother the COP) I rolled the window down further just to hear the cop say (my last name) Are you serious???? Why in the hell did he have me pull you over???? I looked at this dude... HU? Little did I know my bro was the FTO (feild training officer) for this guy standing at my window.

The cop says, he's my FTO and he's in the car. Should I get him... I said OH HELL NO give me the ticket I not tryin to catch an ass whoopin. The cop says, you better leave then because I hate dealing with domestic situations. I pull away, shortly a text from my brother. "You little mother FUC*ER!!! You better no be at dads when I get off work tonight".

Trust me I woulda loved to have the ticket after he got a hold of my ass. I guess I can consider myself lucky because he never ratted me out to our ol man. He figured I got it good enough.
 
Your misfortune had me ROLLIN!!! Thanks for the laugh."thumbsup"


Yea anytime.... Whenever I run into my ol buddies (usualy with wife an kids in tow), the first thing outta their mouth.... Hey rememeber that time we were all shit faced an got pulled over by your brother because you thought your Mustange was hot shit.... Yea I'd say I remeember that one.

But to hear my older brothers version of it, isn't as funny as mine. His starts off with. You F**KING DUMBASS-
 
I was doing donuts in a gravel parking lot when a police car came rolling around the building. Lets just say it needed a good dusting off by the time I realized he was there...
 
Not really sure how to sum it up other than D X's 3 = DDD!
So long story short, if it's at night and you manage to ditch the road rage A$s hole only to think that he's come up behind you again, make sure that it's actually the same "hole".

What I thought was the "rage" Red Ford fusion swinging quickly around me after on my tail for a 1/4 mile was actually a State trooper Taurus.
Thinking I was going to get swipped at or braked checked after being cut off again, I nailed it. The trooper actually still tried to make his pass stick but my 13 Sonata turbo pulls pretty hard and I dusted it. Thinking the guy would give up I let off and pulled into the right lane just waiting for the off ramp. next thing I know the car that tried to pass flips on the dreaded lights of "your screwed". Are you freakin' kiddin me?????
I pulled off at the ramp and explained my story to the trooper that I was just trying to keep my self and my car from ending up road pizza. Not sure if he cared or not or even how he got the mph on the ticket he still wrote me, but he cited and jetted in the blink of an eye.
I'm hoping I can get the courts to listen and atleast reduce the ticket so that I can take a "stop class" (voiding the ticket) since I've got a perfect record. Anyway, from 75mph to 115 (what he says my speed was) is NOT cheap.
The wife says it'll make a great story to tell the grand kids that Grandpa won a drag race with a trooper. lol :roll: Good Grief.


Don't even think of going to court and just telling them that story. Not a chance you'll get any break for that.

Get a lawyer, have him take care of it. 115 in a 75, expect somewhere around a grand for total cost to get it reduced to a reasonable level and not such a black mark on your record.

I've been around this situation a lot with my buddies on bikes, it wasn't rare to have someone get popped well in excess of 100 mph.

Get a lawyer and pay up.
 
OUCH!

Been there, done that, sowed some oats in my youth for sure. Senior year...Did a nice long line lock in my '88 Mustang in the school parking lot. Smoke wafted across the building to the other side where the man just happened to be hanging out....busted. Stern lecture. No fine. Swept up the rubber.

1 week later, after a bit of a bad day pulled out the parking lot and stood on it. Pushing 350hp (way too much for a 17 year old) Same cop, VASCAR'd at 75 and climbing rapidly in a 15mph school zone. He was ready, he heard me coming. 5 blocks later, was out of the car in handcuffs. Spent some time in the police station, parents came in...was not pretty. ...but since I was 17, got a $488 fine and a sterner lecture, and spent the next 3 months walking. Sadly, that was 20 years ago....cannot even imagine what would happen today.

And, to cap it off, fast forward 6 years. Driving to the local Turkey hill in my Miata for some midnight munchies. Rolled through a stop sign (totally my fault, thought it was a yield for some reason) and was humping down the highway - 65 or so. Was smoking a cigarette and the Miata didn't have an ashtray so it got pitched it out the window....only to see in my side mirror it tumble through the air slow-motion style, hit the windshield of the police car riding my ass and explode into a fan of sparks. The lights came on even before the elevator in my stomach hit the bottom floor. Yup, same damn cop. Remembered me, and wrote me up for everything - running the sign, speeding and a nice $100 fine for littering.

I could go on for an hour....wrong way on a one way, jumping railroad tracks.....got it all out of the system. Now I drive like grandpa. :(
 
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Not really sure how to sum it up other than D X's 3 = DDD!
So long story short, if it's at night and you manage to ditch the road rage A$s hole only to think that he's come up behind you again, make sure that it's actually the same "hole".

Good luck in dealing with this Rory.
 
Beating a Taurus in a drag race is never a good story. It is a sad one.

The cops around here drive the new sho taurus, and they aren't slow.

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Alright, I'll retract my statement.

Don't just yet, they build them without turbos too
Ford's Taurus-based Police Interceptor getting more power to catch scofflaws - Autoblog

I had to unlike your first one.:ror:

Go ahead and relike, probably wasn't SHO powered.

Most of the departments around here seem to be switching to Hemi Chargers and LS powered Holdens as they get rid of the Crown Vics and FWD Impalas.............feel sorry for those dumb enough to run:ror:
 
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