I've been pulled over 4 times, no tickets. Still never been pulled over in the S, but let's knock on wood on that one. Until I started looking too much different from my college id, I made sure to always keep that above my DL. Nobody wants to pick on the little dork that goes to Caltech ;-)

1) Rushing yellow to beat a red
2) Not coming to a complete stop right-turning on a red
3) Driving w/out tail-lights (they were burnt out and I didn't know)
4) 89 in a 75 (gotta love CO cops.... I was actually going about 100)

 

Got out of a ticket Sat. Night...52 in a 40 in MILPITAS of all places (the first time I was ever pulled over was in Milpitas, CA...I was 16 and on my BICYCLE and a motorcycle cop actually turned his lights and siren on to pull me over for not coming to a complete stop before making a right on a red....that's the kind of cops they hire.).

The best story I have is similar to Psycho Ben's.
I think it was 1994. I still can't believe I didn't end up in Jail for 2 months. I was on my FZR in SF on a 2-lane (each direction) road with no intersections (go figure), but lots of timed streetlights. You do 35 and you hit all the lights green. You do 40 and you do a lot of stop/start/stop/start. The minivan and the white 70s Ford were road-hogging it in front of me doing 5 mph under the speed limit. I lane-split the two of 'em and got in front of the minivan, who then proceeded to tailgate me at a dangerous distance. I moved over in front of the Ford, who also decided that he now wanted to do 50 and got right on my ass, too. I went into revenge mode, said to myself, screw these idiots, downshifted into second and punched it. A couple of upshifts and ~8 sec. later I was up to ~110 and blowing through all of the intersection-less red lights (4-5).

By the time I hit the end of the road a lit up Crown Vic was speeding towards me and the unmarked Ford was in chase. Guess who was in the Ford? A greasy Italian cop with unbuttoned uniform, chewbacca-hair-chest and large gold pendant...

After a good old-fashioned verbal lashing he let me go without a ticket. The only reason was I think he didn't want to have to write a 6 page report on all the laws I broke...

 

During the last two years I've been stopped 5 times...4 for speeding and 1 for not wearing a seatbelt...The only ticket I received was for not wearing a seatbelt, (go figure)...Unfortunately, that was in front of my place of employment, which is an elementary school... The Jerk wouldn't even turn his red lights off while the parents were trying to get around him (and me) to drop off their kids for school...My behavior disordered kids had a field day with that one...

 

Been pulled over at least a dozen times. At least... Only once did I not get a ticket. I was on my way back home from Cedar Point in Northern Ohio on a 2 lane. It was at least 11pm. I was very careful to not speed because I was due in court that day for a ticket that I had gotten a few weeks prior. I came over a hill at approx. 55mph which was the posted limit. As I went down the hill a car passed the other way. My girlfriend remarked that we just passed a cop. I said that there wasn't a problem since I was not speeding. Sure as hell, that ASSHOLE shows up on my bumper, follows me for about a half mile then pulls me over. That SORRY PIG BASTARD comes up to me and says the drivers license/registration bit. I ask him why he pulled me over. He tells me I was speeding. Arguments ensued. Girlfriend is in a panic. Thinks I am going to get arrested. After at least 10 minutes of arguing with the ASSHOLE PIG BASTARD I tell him that I want to see what his radar clocked me at. They have to leave this display on so if you request to see it, he has his proof in court. He then tells me that he wont show me. Then says "if you would settle down for a minute I was going to tell you that I am letting you off with a warning". ASSHOLE PIG BASTARD goes back to his car. Everything checks out with drivers license/registration. He comes back to my car, gives me my license/registration back and tells me "I don't have to tell you this since I am not giving you a ticket but, I first clocked you at 62, then 59 then finally 57mph. So my radar says 57mph". I know full well that he never clocked me at over 57mph.

 

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1st, do a trial by declaration.

 

My brother has you all beat, he's been pulled over about 35 times and never once got a ticket!!

It makes me crazy!

As for myself 5 times in the past 6 years.....didn't have to pay one.

 

My of being pulled over 5 times without a tic in 7 years with no ended last October - I wasn't even driving my S2K - I was in my Landcruiser and got pulled over for doing "67" in a 50.

1. I was only doing 60
2. The cop was was about 5 feet 6 inches tall and had total "short man" bad attitude.
3. I had consumed 2 beers (truth) about half an hour before and was so worried that my breath smelled like alcohol, that I just sat there and aborbed his bad attitude without comment.


I hate cops, I especially hate cops that are xxxholes.

 

I am working on a streak of one. I talked my way out of ticket at 4am last Thursday morning. I had just left a friend's house drove two blocks and did my standard roll through a stop sign in low second gear (10 - 15mph). I saw a set of headlights off to my left and actually wondered if it was a cop, but quickly dismissed the idea. After all, it's 4am and I'm not used to seeing ANYBODY on this run. I then take the next 90 degree right (at a green light) without braking at all just cuz it's fun and immediately pulled into a gas station. That's when I saw the flashing lights of a cruiser who pulled up behind me at the pump. It was the car I had first seen when rolling thru the stop sign.

Thinking fast, I determined that I would treat him like an old friend that I had gone out of touch with in recent years. My manner, my speech patterns all indicated slight pleasure at meeting such a fine individual in the middle of the night. Even though I knew why he had stopped me, I proclaimed ignorance and politely waited for him to spell out the error of my ways. "You went through a stop sign then hot dogged a corner!", he accused. Shocked at being accused of such crimes, I expressed momentary confusion quickly replaced by dawning realization. "My God you're right! Sometimes I get into these awful habits when driving a stick shift. It's just so much easier to maintain momentum rather then starting from zero at every light", I confessed. I then waved my finger accusingly at my shiny Voodoo knob, gleaming with the reflected light of the gas station lights. "I'm sorry officer, all these years have given me bad habits".

The edge gone from his voice, the office asked for the usual license, registration and proof of insurance. He told me to go ahead and fillup while he ran the plates. I even calmly popped the hood and checked the oil as the gas pumped. The officer finished and approached me, with nothing but my papers in his hand. Knowing I had won, I put on my best poker face. "Well, seeing as how it's 4am and no one is around, there was no harm and no foul so you can go", he pronounced.

"Thanks, officer. I promise to watch out for this type of stuff in the future."

"See that you do."

I must have rolled through 25 - 30 more stop signs before I made it home.

 

I got a speeding ticket on a bicycle once....

It was on a Navy base.