I got out of 3.
(1) I blew through a residential stop sign. I wasn't carrying my license, proof of insurance, or wearing shoes. I was all of 17. I think she liked me.
(2) I got on the 5 S at Red Hill in Tustin (OC) and the cop pulled me over after like 1/4 mile. He said he'd been pacing me for 2 miles going 90 miles per hour. I knew this was a lie. I calmly told him my spedometer didn't go over 85 so I had a hard time believing I was travelling at 90. This pissed him off. I then assured him I'd have my spedometer checked out the second I got home. This made him even more mad. He threw my wallet back at me and told me to get the hell out of there. Maybe it was my tone.
(3) Thanksgiving 2000. I was driving (DD-ing) back to San Diego from Newport Beach. I'm going probably 75 mph as I get onto the 78 E from the 5 S. I get pulled over in a hailstorm of profanity. My parents assuring me they'll pay the ticket, etc. As I hand the license and registration, my parents, decide they'll plead my case to the officer. I think the officer saw how mortified I was that my tipsy parents were coming to my aid and he chuckled at me. "Slow down and have a safe Thanksgiving" he said as he handed me my license and registration.
-geoff