i have gotten out of at least 10 tickets.... i think i must look innocent.?

no wonderfull stories.... some cop tailgated me in an unmarked car (didn't know it was a cop) so i got up to about 70mph in a 35mph zone to ditch him....then the lights came on....

4 18 year olds in my Ford Fiesta on a friday night and I didn't have my drivers license..... he sniffed the car for booze and sent us home.

Lets see some black kids try that in the city.

 

I was pulled over in a neighboring town by an officer who suspected that we were involved in a fight (that had not begun yet ) We were actually looking for a party...never found it.
So I know that I had done nothing wrong and cooperate fully (first time pulled over) I was 16. The cop asks me what the passenger's name is, and then proceeds to tell me that the car is registered in HIS name. I said, "No sir, I will get the registration to prove it". He says, "No that's okay, you're good...I checked you out."

No ticket, but scared the crap out of me.

 

LONG:

About 4-5 years ago when I was 16 I was coming back from playing basketball with some friends. I was riding passenger in my friends Accord. We pass by an apartment complex and there are like 6-7 cop cars out front. We kinda looked but didn't think anything about it. About a mile down the road as we are turning into my friends apartment two cop cars pull us over.

The cop comes up and asks where we were coming from, so we told him. He then points the flashlight straight at me and says, "Is your name Josh?" And I say yes, so he asks for my I.D. I give it to him and he says, "You're the Josh that lives in Plano?" (At the time I had just moved from Plano, TX to another city and hadn't changed the address on my DL yet.) He then pulls me out of the car and starts to tell me that I just beat up my ex-gf in the apartments around the corner and took off when her Dad came in.

At this point I was like WHAT THE F*CK?!?! I had no idea what was going on. He puts me at the back of his squad car and tells me to spread my legs. Well at this point in my life I had never been serached by a cop before, so I wasn't exactly ready when he ran his hand over my balls and under my asscrack. When he did that I kinda jumped and said, "What the f*ck dawg?" I guess this wasnt't the best thing to do because he slammed me down on the back of his car and said, "I'm not your f*cking dawg, your gang banger friends are you dawgs!" I didn't know wtf to do so I just stood there, he handcuffed me and he starts to put me in the back of the squad car. I told him I didn't know what the hell they were talking about because I just got back from playing basketball with my friends.

While I was talking to him, my friends brother who saw everything from the window of their apartment came down to see what was happening. Now this is a black guy, about 6'5", 325 lbs, and a football player. He walks up with his fists balled up after he saw what the cop did to me and starts asking why in the hell is he slamming me onto the car. The cop told him to get the f*ck back or he'd spray him with mase. That calmed my friend's brother down and he puts me in the back of the car, and after about 30 minutes they get a description from the girl who got beat up and they figured out it wasn't me. Apparently he had some tattos on his knuckles and a scar on his face. he took me out of the car and said, "Looks like you were at the wrong place at the wrong time, go home and stay out of trouble." I got in the car and went home.. I was pretty pissed, and planned on filing a complaing the next day against the office but never did..

 

[QUOTE=thatguyjosh,May 6 2005, 11:52 AM] [snip] so I wasn't exactly ready when he ran his hand over my balls and under my asscrack. When he did that I kinda jumped and said, "What the f*ck dawg?"

 

haha yes thankfully. but i had on some thin basketball shorts so that's why I was so shocked.

 

this is a story that i heard from an old guy...
he was driving on the freeway one night and he wasn't paying attention to his driving. All of sudden, he heard the siren so he looked down the speedometer... he was going about 80mph. As he slowed down to pull over, he stepped on the gas and drove 80mph for 5 sec ( ) and then he pulled over.

The cop came up to the window and was pissed off since he thought the old guy tried to take off on him...
the cop asked, "What were you trying to do??? Attempting to run away from the law?"
the old guy replied, "10 years ago, my ex-wife ran away with a cop. I thought you were the same guy and pulling me over to give her back to me..."

the cop couldn't stop laughing and let him go w/o a ticket

 

since the s2000 has become affordable as a used car, we are seeing a growing number of new members who are illiterate.
why?
because they are former members of clubsi, etc.

we are now seeing more young people owning the s2000 as it is now an affordable car.

thank god i own an rs4 and will never experience this problem.

i hope these people grow up in the coming years as their lack of intelligence astounds me.

i'm not trying to be elitist, but trying to comprehend some of their posts is embarrassing. is being ghetto cool?

 

About 9 years ago, while driving my pos '94 Ford Tempo on a road trip to LA, I got pulled over along Hwy.5 for speeding. I figured I was going a little over 100mph after passing and glancing at the LED speedo of a slower car. Fearing my vehicle was sure to be impounded, the following exchange occured:

CHP: You know I was pacing you back there?
ME: Uhh, nnno...
CHP: Do you know how fast you were going?
ME: (first number that popped to mind) Uhh, eighty?
CHP: What? How high does your speedometer go?
ME: Uhh, eighty. (which it did)

He wrote me up for eighty, which I later went to traffic school to remove off my already clean record. For the remainder of that trip, my buddies would mock me and start every phrase off with, "uhhh...".

Those were the days. (^_^)

 

Unfortunately, yes. The MTV and Fast 'n Furious scene has propagated the ghetto fabulous mentality. Cracks me up to see some small chinese kid acting like a gang banger.

This is one reason why I sold my S2k. It was becoming a poor mans car owned by dumb ass teeny boppers with pants that were 100x there actual size. It's a shame really, especially when you see a sweet ass s2k just mutilated with Pep Boys tack ons.

Oh well...