So I'm on my way home from Auburn heading north on I-65. I'm VERY ready to get home. A state trooper of course came out of nowhere and pulled me over in Birmingham.

Now I'm always polite to law officials so this episode was no different. He asked for my license and all the normal jazz... told me I was going 102 in a 70. He said I could go to jail for that amount over the limit so my stomach hit the ground thinking about this hefty fine I'm gonna have to pay. He then asked what the car was.. and how many horses it had. I answered. He then asked me "Alright now boy tell da truth, how fast you got dis thing up to?" You all know when the governor kicks in... "145, sir."

He kinda laughed... I think this state trooper was having an exceptional day... he let me off with a verbal warning much to my amazement. I was so happy I rolled home with the windows down and the cruise set to 68...

Nothing extra-ordinary about my story but still wondering why he let me go. Good attitude with nice car? I guess I'll never know.

Everyone else share your close encounter.... I know you've had them. Practically unavoidable with what we drive.

 

This isn't exactly a Crossfire story, but one time I was up near the Mall of America street tuning a turbo DC4 Integra. My brother was driving and I was sitting in the rear passenger seat (we had removed the front passenger seat for space.)

My brother was driving around looking around for 93 octane gas because we were tuning for 11psi boost. We must have gone to 5 different gas stations that night. Apparently a policeman saw us driving around here and there and got curious so he eventually pulled us over. Mind you, we had wires, cables, etc from the wideband and ECU datalogger all over the floor and I was sitting in the car buckled in with a laptop reading AFRs. We must have looked pretty bizarre to the cop, but he just asked why we were driving around into so many gas stations and if we were drunk. Our answers: "We're looking for 93 octane gas" and "No sir we aren't drunk!" - all with a smile.

He let us go with a warning: "remember boys to use your blinkers when turning at every turn".

 

I had a arguement with my dad that my old celica would in fact do around 130 top end, he pulled the B.S. card and I took him for a ride on a highway near his house. I ended up hitting 127-128 before I let off the gas, pretty good for a 1990 1.6 liter. coasted over a hill and there's a state trooper, busted. he pulls me over gives me a ticket then later I find out that he's freinds with my grandpa who's was a judge. grandpa talks to him and I end up washing his cruiser and waxing it and all was forgetten.

 

That's always my luck. Right when i decide to get on it the fuzz is always around the corner. That's why we race at the airport!

 

This story goes back aways ... I look back on it now and laugh! If you're from Georgia don't get offended that's just the way it was then.

Anyhow, this is the 60's and I had just bought a brand new Chevelle SS 396 and was on my way home from Ft. Rucker, AL to Maine. In those days many of the interstates in AL and GA were not complete and you would go for a while on the interstate and then it would stop and then you would go local, etc.

I was cruising along on on one of the local roads but keeping my eye on the speedo. All of a sudden the reds (in those days) came on and I pulled over. The cop gets out of some local town crusier. He saunders up with his beer belly (he was probably 50) saying, "Well boy, where you from, are you from Maine?" (I had Maine plates). I indicated I was and he ask for my ID and registration. At this point I asked him why he pulled me over. He says speeding. I very politely tell him I had been watch the speedo and did't feel that I was speeding. He says, "Boy, how long you had this car?" A month I say. "Well boy, if you weren't speeden now, I am sure you been speeden in the past!"

I was stunned. He then informs me, that the fine is $45 and I could pay him or way for the circuit judge that comes in on Mondays (this was Friday). I surely didn't want to hang around this town for 3 days and quickly paid him. He thanks me, gets in his car and drives off with out ever writing up the ticket!

When I left, I was speeding and got out of GA just as fast as I could!

 

Nothing extra-ordinary about my story but still wondering why he let me go. Good attitude with nice car? I guess I'll never know.[/quote]
Attitude is everything. Unless your doing something really dangerous or stupid. If I stop you, and you give me an attitude, your gettin a golden ticket ! Give respect, get respect.