well there was this other time....
way back in my youth rt 30 merged onto route 9 at about a 30° angle.
The intersection was technically a yield and you had fairly good view for the last 150 feet or so.
This was also when i had my sprite and it was running ok.
Now if you have ever driven a sprite you know it didn't need much room.
There wasn't much room in the right lane but the left had a few car lengths worth.
So I just sort slipped between the two cars in the right lane and went directly to the left lane. I had whole feet to spare.
This was fairly easy to do since i was moving slightly faster than the rt 9 traffic and hadn't bothered to use the brakes at all.
As it would turn out the guy in the car behind me in the left lane was an off duty state cop. ooops.
but while he had his badge on him i suspect he didn't have his ticket book to right me up.
so he yelled at me a little bit and sent me on my way.


The day after I was issued my first license I was picking up some friends at the high school.
We all worked there and ran the computers for the school.
While waiting we took dad's beat up chevy wagon and did a few quick donuts.
We noticed my friends come out the front door and picked them up and did a few more.
we're heading for the exit when i see the cruiser coming in the entrance.
School speed limit is 20, hard to run away at 20 when it is all open view.
He flips on the blues. pull over, roll window down. sits and makes us wait.
Finally comes up to car. " Hey Jerry, can I have your license and registration?
'How's your dad doing?"
"uh good"
" Well you tell him Clay said hi. and if you want to do donuts go down by the Zayre's headquarters, nobody lives by there ok.
Now you drive careful ok?"

 

I had a time when I was on I10 west of Phoenix. It was late a night and I was cruising along over 80MPH headed west. Unknown to me a trooper came up behind me then next to me. No disco light but I looked over to see him turn on his dome light and wag his finger at me. I understood and he hit the gas and disappeared. When my heart slowed down I let out a laugh.

Another time I was headed back from SF across Neveda on I80. I was doing close to 100mph with absolutely no one around. I see in my rearview mirror a car coming up at a high rate. I slowed to about 80mph when a trooper went past me at I would guess 120+mpg. No lights, no siren just fast like a bullet. Scared the crap out of me. Found him down the road at a bad truck accident.

Both times I was in an S2000!

 

Different take: on the freeway, speeding, pulled over and got a ticket, maybe 80 in a 65, not sure. Fifteen minutes later I get off the freeway, go overa hill, and there's an accident. I slow through the intersection on a green light and in a minute a cop on my tail. He reads me the riot act about blowing the red light, and how the accident was caused by someone doing the same thing. Go to court and the cop testifies that he was parked the same direction I was driving so he was able to see my light. But he had been at the accident scene, parked at 90 degrees to me. No way could he see my light! I was able to question him and show he was lying. Judge dismissed my ticket!
Went to traffic school on the speeding ticket and it stayed off my record.

 

Omigosh! There have been a few, but this is one of my "top three". 'Tis the story of the Big "Boss" and the Little "Boss".

The year is 1969. We are in Daytona for the 24 hour race with the Ford Total Performance Show (factory tractor trailer display rig) and supporting a corral at the speedway for Mustang owners. My company car of the day was a Grabber Orange Boss 302, and the Show trailer arrived with an early Boss 429 as one of its display cars. Immediate question: How do the two Bosses stack up against one another? Not to go unanswered, the two cars head out for a trial run on I-95. Surprisingly, the lighter 302 is able to hold on to the 429 up to about 90 clicks, and then the cubic inches took over. The 4:11 gearing and rev limiter on the 302 wouldn't let it go much faster than 115..... at which point the 429 was just catching stride. OK, so we're having fun and now southbound.... still exercising the ponies in these well decorated (including large checkered flags on the rear quarter panels) free running Mustangs. Going under an overpass at 100+ near Ormond Beach, my very early and most primitive "Fuzz Buster" (remember them, anyone) makes me look up and sure enough, one of Florida's finest is up there painting us for all he is worth. As there is no interchange at that overpass, I knew he was on the radio and there had to be at least one catch car down the road (turned out there wasn't???). At the next underpass, we pulled both cars off the road just past the bridge and popped the hood on the Boss 302. We didn't have to wait long..... the black and yellow Mopar could be heard well before it got to us, and the trooper evidently didn't realize it was us on the side of the road until he was literally alongside of us. I think the tire marks from that FSP Plymouth trying to stop have to still be on that roadway today. When he got it under control, he pulled off on the shoulder maybe 200 yards in front of us. And he just sat there..... and sat there..... and sat there. Dunno why, but he never did back up to us. After about 10 minutes he moved on. No sign of any backup. Needless to say, we finally exhaled and continued on our way (at no more than 5 over the limit) back to the speedway. Both of us were glad it had worked out the way it did.... otherwise I think we'd both have been unemployed and still be sitting in a Florida jail somewhere.

Conclusion? Because of: a) weight, and b) cubic inches, the 302 and 429 were very different cars. To this day, I'll swear the Boss 302 was MUCH more fun to drive.

That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it.

 

A few years back my son (now 32) was pulled over for speeding on his way to the local college. He is a very polite young man. The policeman said he was speeding after the usual check of papers. My son said he had an out. Policeman: "Really"? "Yes sir, here it is" and pulls out of his wallet a Monopoly Get Out of Jail Free card. The cop bursts out laughing and tells my son indeed this card has saved him from a ticket but he is going to keep the card.

I bet he has that card stuck to his bulletin board or locker as a fun reminder!

 

Too bad it wasn't signed by Jimmy Hoffa. lol

 

Seems a few of us have had some Speeding Close Calls. I am sure there are more stories. I often wonder how I (we) all survived our youth.

 

I have quite a few: But the first one that popped into my head was this one.

Years ago (circa 1987) before the Fairfax County Parkway was completed The entrance ramp to I-66 was built to allow access from Fair Lakes. The ramp was over a mile long and ended at a constant radius entrance ramp to I-66 East. As this was a limited access road with very little traffic I used to see if I could hit 100+ MPH in our 1986 Civic SI before the having to slow down to navigate the ramp. One day while doing this I rapidly came up on the back of a Toyota Four Runner at the ramp and when I pulled out onto I-66 to pass him, he rolled the window down and flashed a police badge out of the window and motioned for me to slow down.

 

Geez! I did not even think back to the 60's and 70's in my Firebird and motorcycle days!

 

Years ago I was on business trip in Florida and was following 4 cars on Alligator Alley. We were flying down the road when all of a sudden I noticed two Highway Patrol cruisers parked in the grass next two the road. It was too late to hit the brakes so I just let off the gas and merged into the right hand lane. In my mind I already saw myself being hauled off to jail. A little while later the troopers past me with lights flashing and sirens howling and a few miles further down the road they had the 4 cars I was following pulled over. For some reason they forgot about me.