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Tell us about your last (or best) run in with the cops.

rudeguy

rudeguy

Lifer
Post em up, good or bad!

My last one was pretty entertaining. I was partying with a couple chicks and they ended up getting drunk and belligerent. I had enough and regretfully decided to bail. I was far away from home and it was snowing like crazy. I could barely see and it was 5 am. I finally found the highway and figured I could make it the 40 miles home. I did ok until I exited the highway. I slid on some snowy, slushy goo and hit the curb. I automatically looked in the rear view and sure enough there were blue lights flashing. I decided I wanted a smoke before I went to jail, so I lit up and figured I would pull over when I was done. Once I heard sirens and saw another set of lights, I figured it was time to pull over. I pulled into a little parking lot and saw the cop was greeting me with his pistol aimed at my head. He got me out of the car and we had a pretty fun conversation.

Him: Have you been drinking?
Me: Yep
Him: Well, do you think you should be driving?
Me: Nope


He started having me do the field sobriety tests and I was freezing. I asked him if I could just take the breathalyzer and he said he had to follow procedure. Fair enough. I asked him to search my pockets so I could put my hands in them without him getting jumpy. He chuckled and told me I was good. After all the fun and games, he puts me in his car and we start chatting about where I work etc. He asks me if I am married and all I could come up with was, "I've never been that drunk!" He actually snorted he laughed so hard.

He was a pretty cool guy when he didn't have a gun to my head. He even let me text my boss and a couple other people to let them know I was going to be unavailable for a few days. I was texting while I was in jail! The trade off was that in order for him to let me text, I had to show him the pics I had on my phone from the girls earlier that night :evil:
 
When I was 17 I was riding in my truck with two friends. They were in the bed on a van seat I'd found and tied down with bungie cords. The day before I'd driven this exact same route (the way to the pot dealer's house) belligerently drunk. Today I had had maybe 4 beers, but in Washington state underage anything over 0.00 is a DUI. The cop first asked me if I was stupid. I said no. Then he asked if I know I was breaking the seatbelt law. I responded by telling him that they were wearing seatbelts. He said they may be wearing seatbelts but the seat is tied down by bungie cord and they would go flying if I crashed. Just then a white man with an 80s boombox to his ear (this was around 2004 mind you) and wearing raybans walked by and said "Fuck tha police!" and kept walking. The cop then continued on to say I was out of his jurisdiction and wasn't worth calling backup for, so I got let go.
 
My last one was pretty simple. In Wisconsin, in my GF's mother's car. An old 95 Hyundai Sonata. Tried to pass a car doing 35 in a 50. Put down the gas and the transmission jumped down a gear about half-way through the pass. Got around the car but by that time had passed a "no passing zone" sign. Saw the blue lights and thought "oh shit not again" (Got pulled over 2 weeks before that doing 40 in a 25 when the transmission had jumped again entering city limits). Pulled over, handed license and registration, asked why I was up there, asked about the girl next to me, asked if I was using the car with permission, asked if I'd ever gotten a ticket before etc. etc. Gave me a warning slip and said to try to avoid driving that car since it seemed to be having mechanical problems (He heard the god awful high pitched rev it made when it jumped down a gear). I agreed fully with him 😛
 
Neither of these stories happened to me, but I'm going to share because they're pretty good.

There's a pretty deserted alleyway near where we are, so when my roommate feels like smoking the reefer, he heads over to that alleyway. He's been going there for months and has has no problems. The one day (a few weeks ago) he goes out there to smoke a joint, and as soon as he lights it up 4 cops on bikes come out of nowhere and start gunning for him. He was like, "oh fuck" and tried to put the J out and stuff it in his pocket. Well unfortunately for him, the J was still lit... so as the cops have him pinned up against the wall and they're patting him down, his pocket is smoking... the cops start to laugh, get the J out of his pocket, and throw it down the sewer. They let him go after a bit with the message "stay away from that shit kid".

My uncle is quite the character. He served with the Marines in Vietnam, loves nothing more than cars and beer, and is very blunt about everything. He lacks the "filter" that most people have. One year he bought a brand new red Corvette C6. He modified it by putting a new exhaust system and engine management system, and he took off the traction control. This thing was FAST. Anyhow, he was going down I-95 one day when a cop pulled him over. The conversation went a little like this:

Officer: Do you know why I stopped you?
Uncle: Yes officer, I think I do.
Officer: Ok, why's that?
Uncle: Because I have a nice car and a hot wife, and you don't.

He got a nice fine and was sent on his way. Could have been worse though. 😛
 
In a friend's 240SX in some bad rain, just left some plaza and he ran the stop sign out of it to fly into the left turn lane. I light a cig since I know this light takes a while, but it turns green pretty quick and I just toss it. He tried to make a u-turn, kept it in 1st to long, and ended up sliding around like the road is a fucking slip n slide. The second he gets control of the car, we see blue lights, he pulls over. As he waits for an impending citation, the cop turns on the bullhorn "Pull a little bit farther off the road" and he obliges. Cop shows up, first he asks about the fucking exhaust. He says he was going to pull us over anyways because it was pretty loud, but then "it became apparent that you don't know how to drive in the rain." License and registration please, opens the glove compartment, out pops TWO traffic citation envelopes. "What are those for son?" "Oh, just reckless driving" *facepalm* SAY BUSTED TAIL LIGHT OR SOMETHING DUMBFUCK. Cop lols a bit, heads back to his cruiser. "I'm gonna let you go on the reckless driving; my cruiser will do the same thing if you give it too much gas in the rain, you gotta watch out with those RWD cars." We could kinda tell he liked the 240, he gave him a non-moving violation for the exhaust, told him he could show up to court with a letter saying it was a dealer installed part and they'd let him off.
 
At one point the cops thought I may have been suicidal and called my parents (I was still in highschool). They thought that because I was up at an overlook with a girl at maybe 1:00 AM. We weren't really up to anything, just out of the car looking at the view. A cop told us to beat it but checked our ids. Apparently they thought I was going to jump off the freaking cliff.

Later that week I ran into the same cop hanging out in a park with the same girl at about 2:00 in the morning. When he saw who it was he said "Oh, it's just you two again"
 
It was probably more amusing for me than for you guys, but here's my story.

I'd gone out to a bar on 80's night with my girl and another friend. I'd had, oh, two or three drinks by the end of the night; the girl was getting pretty wasted (she gets very affectionate when drunk:evil🙂 Hours passed, and when it got to be time for us to go it was clear that I was driving. I hadn't had anything to drink for a couple of hours, so I was dead sober. We get on the freeway, and I notice there's a cop a couple lanes over. No biggie. I keep driving, with my gf sort of snuggling up against me from time to time. Finally I reach the exit, and notice academically that the cop is now behind me. I've been doing the limit (Friday night, not worth the risk), so I figure I'm golden. I get off on the exit, and the cop is still there. "Oh great," I'm thinking, "Even when I KNOW I haven't done anything wrong I always get super paranoid that they're going to pull me over when the cops are behind me." I was about to say this exact thing to my gf, when the lights come on. I am honestly surprised. I take a turn to get onto a smaller street, pull over, put on my flashers, roll down the window, turn on the overhead lights and put my hands on the wheel. Cop walks up.

Me: "Evening sir. How do you want to handle this?"
Cop: "What do you mean by that?"
Me Crap, that sounded like I was meaning to bribe him "I mean, what do you want me to do?"
Cop: "Well, you were weaving in your lane a little back there, that's called Lane Travel and is a traffic offense."
Me: "Uhh...well, I didn't think I was really weaving....umm, sorry?"
Cop: "Had anything to drink tonight?"
Me: "A couple, several hours ago."
"Step outside of the vehicle sir"

So, he makes me do the roadside exercises, which of course I ace.
"All right sir, you're clearly not drunk, so I'm going to let you go. You know how it is, late Friday night..."

I still don't know why he pulled me over. Maybe it was the Missouri plates.

And of course my gf thought that it was the funniest thing ever and called up my friends to tell them I got pulled over for DUI.
 
I will tell two stories, both true.

The first was when I was about 15.

Our neighborhood crew (guys and girls) left a party and went pool hopping at a house we knew was empty (the owners were on vacation). The house was the end house next to a big parking lot of a shopping center. Since nobody had swim trunks we all just stripped down and hung our jeans and shirts on the fence.

Suddenly we hear a police radio out front, car doors opening, and the familiar sounds of handcuffs jingling and boots hitting the pavement. The girls just ran to their clothes to get dressed, and the other guys climbed out and hid in the bushes, but not me. I jumped the fence snatching a pair of jeans as I went, and made it to the street where I was chased across the parking lot completely naked, flapping in the breeze, until I reached the shopping center and hid behind a dumpster in the shopping center. The cops swooped around a couple times shining their monkey beams and then left to take all my friends home to their parents. I slinked home commando style in jeans that were not mine 😱. My parents were waiting for me because the cops had come by to drop off my ID and clothes and inform them of my antics.

Second story is much more serious. I was 24 at this time and had been selling acid for about a year. At this time I had two sheets in the bedroom I shared with my girlfriend. We are in bed (once again, I'm naked). Suddenly we hear BOOM BOOM BOOM POLICE as they bust in the front door. They knew exactly where to go, and within 15 to 20 seconds they were at the bedroom door, beating on it and threatening to kick it in as well.

I got one sheet in my mouth, but it was too much to chew and swallow so I just crumpled the second sheet and dropped it in the pile of dirty laundry. Then they threw us face down on the bed and zipped the coil cuffs on. After a couple minutes when nobody was looking I leaned over to the edge and let the sheet of acid fall out of my mouth onto the floor.

I went to jail and tripped like mad for 3 days until I was released. I was very spaced out and forgetful for a long time after that. Since this was my first offense ever I ended up pleading out to 4 months in jail on work release.
 
My last run in with the cops:

Me 3 am at Tim Hortins/Wendy's, 4 cops walk in to a closed Wendy's (they had the key) and start making themselves burgers...

My last pull over:

I was coming back late from work doing 90 in a 60 zone, zipping through the couple of cars that were on the road at that time. I see lights come on behind me and I pull over. Cop walks over:

Me: Goodevening officer
Cop: We have been clocking you at 90 + since Jane (I was now at Kipling 4 major streets down).
Me: Oh wow
Cop: Why were you speeding?
Me: Sorry I worked late and I was rushing home
Cop: Ok, wait right here

Cop gave me a 30 dollar ticket for doing 5 over, the minimum offence, no points deducted either, which was cool of him, I think he knew I wasn't drunk due to the fact I was driving like a pro and it took him so many streets later just to get ahead of other cars to pull me over lol.
 
Last run in with the cops was when I chased down a thief from the bar I work at and the cops drove by while I was sitting on him. They arrested him and interviewed me real quick. No big deal.
 
I should mention a pretty funny one when I was around 18. My friend and I were driving down in his eclipse, a 99 GSX, and he put on that loud turbo exhaust valve on it so it made a huge WHOOOOOSH every time he shifted or let go of the pedal. Anyways, he's doing 108 in a 50 residential zone and there is mr cop with his laser in the middle of the road signaling us to pull over.

The situation already looked bad because here are a couple of young bucks, driving a nice sports car, speeding, etc. To make things worse my friend was going through a gangster 2pac stage and was wearing a dew rag on his head lol. Before the cop came to the window I am like "yo man you should take off that dew rag the cop will think you are a total idiot". My friend is like "naw it's all good".

Cop: (takes one look at my friend behind the wheel) Wait right here.
Friend: ???
Cop: This is your court date, you have been charged with wreckless endangerment, here is your ticket too (it was $ 900 or so bucks).

My friend had to spend like 2 g's on a lawyer to get his demerit points reduced and magically he made the ticket/charge go away also.
 
Let's see, nothing really major or exciting, but I'll post it anyway.........
The Van on the Left was the one I was Driving. Remember though, it was like 15 years earlier than this photo was taken and it looked a lot nicer then 😉 (both E350/EXT 1 ton Fords 1984/2002)

It was a Sunday afternoon and I ran out of beer, so I decided to drive a 1/4 mile to the corner store for some more.

Pulled in, bought the beer and as I was pulling out, I cut the wheel hard left and clipped the driver's side passenger car door to the right of me. Big Gouge to the car/bent my front bumper to hell. (Yes, that's a replaced bumper you see in the pic)
Cop came, and I had at least 12 beers in me at the time. My damn License expired 4 days prior also.

I was lucky as hell the cop didn't smell the alcohol on my breath. (I popped like 10 cherry tums before he got there) It was a ticket for about $90. Insurance covered everthing, but then dropped me :thumbsdown:


Lucky, very Lucky!
Never will I ever drive, even with after drinking just 1 beer!



 
rent-a-cop from the park service was prowling campus for "the big game." of course, all the students were away on X-mas break, so no real need. buddies were in town, three of us left on our feet getting trashed, celebrating the big victory. One was back from a recent move...so just had to celebrate. me, being the most sober, agreed to drive our asses to campus.

empty. no students, no party, no nothing. still, the drunk bastards decided to start TPing a few trees. whatever. ran across teh street to grab some more rolls out of the bar.

patrol car pulls up, tells us to toss our shit. we mostly oblige. buddy retrieves the TP once the cop pulls away and runs back to campus. we walk into campus, then about 30 minutes later are on our way out. same bastard park cop pulls up, asks us what we're doing. nothing, just going home. fascist prick cop tells us we're dirtying the chancellor's campus. I ask him why such things are allowed in chapel hill when they win national championships.

handcuffs.

sad, b/c i'm the most sober. they even breath me at the station.... 0.04. fucking pricks. dickwad asks me what I do. I work with Drosophila, fruit flies, synaptic development and such. yeah, that's important with that west nile virus and stuff, he says. what a rube.

he tells me to take off my shoelaces. what, you think i'm gonna hang myself? ....i learn that he is not a fan of arlo guthrie's work.

i'm released in about 30 minutes. magistrate wants to know why the hell i'm in jail in the first place. we're both confused. my buddy who had recently moved to the west coast is not so lucky--his newly-minted out-of-state DL makes him a "flight risk." blah blah. waste of time and money b/c of some overzealous park cop making his first and only career arrest.


....there was a run-in with the carrabinieri in Florence and the Czech police in Prague....but it's best not to discuss things that even I don't remember 😉
 
Originally posted by: rudeguy
Post em up, good or bad!

My last one was pretty entertaining. I was partying with a couple chicks and they ended up getting drunk and belligerent. I had enough and regretfully decided to bail. I was far away from home and it was snowing like crazy. I could barely see and it was 5 am. I finally found the highway and figured I could make it the 40 miles home. I did ok until I exited the highway. I slid on some snowy, slushy goo and hit the curb. I automatically looked in the rear view and sure enough there were blue lights flashing. I decided I wanted a smoke before I went to jail, so I lit up and figured I would pull over when I was done. Once I heard sirens and saw another set of lights, I figured it was time to pull over. I pulled into a little parking lot and saw the cop was greeting me with his pistol aimed at my head. He got me out of the car and we had a pretty fun conversation.

Him: Have you been drinking?
Me: Yep
Him: Well, do you think you should be driving?
Me: Nope


He started having me do the field sobriety tests and I was freezing. I asked him if I could just take the breathalyzer and he said he had to follow procedure. Fair enough. I asked him to search my pockets so I could put my hands in them without him getting jumpy. He chuckled and told me I was good. After all the fun and games, he puts me in his car and we start chatting about where I work etc. He asks me if I am married and all I could come up with was, "I've never been that drunk!" He actually snorted he laughed so hard.

He was a pretty cool guy when he didn't have a gun to my head. He even let me text my boss and a couple other people to let them know I was going to be unavailable for a few days. I was texting while I was in jail! The trade off was that in order for him to let me text, I had to show him the pics I had on my phone from the girls earlier that night :evil:
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your cop sounds awesome. I wish mine didn't suck 🙁
 
Story 1.

My buddy and I went out to a club (a gay club, he's gay) and I couldn't put up with it for very long, I'm friends with the guy so to maintain our friendship I'll do it every once in a while for him. After about 30 minutes I left, and I hear this one dude calling this guy who was walking on the side with him a i love you, bitch etc etc.

Turns out it was my old roommate from University (closet homosexual, mental health problems, drug problems).. anyhow it got outta hand and I guess someone called the cops. Now this guy screwed me out of a lot of money, so I went over and told him who I was, at that point he just snapped for some reason.

Cops come, drag him away, meanwhile I'm definitely not taking the high road and I've got a huge grin on my face as he's being thrown into the back of the party wagon (he tried to throw me off of our balcony a few years ago, I thought it was karma).

Cop comes over and asks me what all the yelling was about, I give him the back story, we both laugh, fucker gets carted off. It was awesome.

Story 2.

On Friday and Saturday nights the cops close of the main clubbing district to cars so dumb fucks don't stumble out of the clubs and get hit by a car. The north/south street gets shut as well as some of the east west streets.

Anyhow, we're trying to get back to my car, I haven't been drinking, we're walking up this one street and it's been blocked off and the traffic police are too busy talking to some stupid skanky bitches, so we cross the street (cross walk in our direction, no cars were there to run the light and hit us)

Next thing we know the sirens pop on. Some 5'6 snotty little blond cop pops out of the police car and asks us what we're doing. We were pretty confused, cross walk was going our way, coast was clear.

Apparently we are supposed to wait for the police officer to wave us across despite the light so that 'us young drunk folk don't get hit', at this point I get pretty pissed, I hadn't been drinking because I was driving, she asks for my drivers license blah blah blah.

Long story short I mouthed off to her, there was nothing she could charge me with so my buddy and I just walked away after I got my drivers license back.

It was really annoying.
 
Originally posted by: 1sikbITCH
I will tell two stories, both true.

The first was when I was about 15.

Our neighborhood crew (guys and girls) left a party and went pool hopping at a house we knew was empty (the owners were on vacation). The house was the end house next to a big parking lot of a shopping center. Since nobody had swim trunks we all just stripped down and hung our jeans and shirts on the fence.

Suddenly we hear a police radio out front, car doors opening, and the familiar sounds of handcuffs jingling and boots hitting the pavement. The girls just ran to their clothes to get dressed, and the other guys climbed out and hid in the bushes, but not me. I jumped the fence snatching a pair of jeans as I went, and made it to the street where I was chased across the parking lot completely naked, flapping in the breeze, until I reached the shopping center and hid behind a dumpster in the shopping center. The cops swooped around a couple times shining their monkey beams and then left to take all my friends home to their parents. I slinked home commando style in jeans that were not mine 😱. My parents were waiting for me because the cops had come by to drop off my ID and clothes and inform them of my antics.

Second story is much more serious. I was 24 at this time and had been selling acid for about a year. At this time I had two sheets in the bedroom I shared with my girlfriend. We are in bed (once again, I'm naked). Suddenly we hear BOOM BOOM BOOM POLICE as they bust in the front door. They knew exactly where to go, and within 15 to 20 seconds they were at the bedroom door, beating on it and threatening to kick it in as well.

I got one sheet in my mouth, but it was too much to chew and swallow so I just crumpled the second sheet and dropped it in the pile of dirty laundry. Then they threw us face down on the bed and zipped the coil cuffs on. After a couple minutes when nobody was looking I leaned over to the edge and let the sheet of acid fall out of my mouth onto the floor.

I went to jail and tripped like mad for 3 days until I was released. I was very spaced out and forgetful for a long time after that. Since this was my first offense ever I ended up pleading out to 4 months in jail on work release.
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Goddamn man, your second story is pretty intense.
 
last summer driving up to pickup my friend at san jose airport, 2 hour drive or so. I was in my dodge stealth twin turbo, similar to 3000gt. Car is modified significantly as I just brought it down from WA. Anyways she loves my car and going fast so I treat her to about 100-120 the entire way home. I start driving with a Rav4 with an older asian guy driving and I just pace him going about 110 the entire way. We get through King City (big CHP hangout) without a problem. about 5 miles south of there we pass a cop in the northbound. I slow down and think nothing of it, speed up another 5 miles later. A while later I see red and blues in my rearview, slow down to speed limit and let the chp speed by. He pulls the other guy over about a half mile ahead of me and I laugh a little. As I start to go by the cop jumps in the road and tells me to pull over. He gets both cars at 110 MPH in a 65.

The conversation went similar to this:
Cop: Are you married to the girl?
Me: Nope we're just good friends
Cop: Is she ok with you greatly endangering her life?
(There are virtually no cars on the road, it's about 11am and bright and sunny)
Me: I'm sorry I didn't realize it was that dangerous

She's laughing her ass off because she loves this shit and I scared shitless. The cop tears me a new one and then gives me a ticket for 107 in a 65. Turns out to be a $861 ticket and 2 points on my license.

Lesson Learned.

Back in Washington was driving with my friend and had my new very loud blow off valve in and was trying to listen to it. I tear around a corner at about 45 mph and cut off a lane or two of traffic. My friend quietly says there is a cop in one of those lanes. I freak out and take a quick right into my High school parking lot and then another right into an alleyway. I shut off the lights. My friend quietly mentions that the cop saw me turn in. I blow him off. We sit there about a minute and then I pull back out onto the main road. The cop is sitting at the next light down the road. I get pulled over and he gets me out of the car and sits me on the curb. They are young city cops and essentially just want me to admit I was trying to evade them. I keep telling them I was just trying to check something out on my car. Finally I admit it and they laugh at me and let me go with a warning.

Also pulled over while racing a ford lightning. Got tagged at 55 in a 35 after slowing from 115. Sherriff warns us that he could throw us both in jail for street racing and then proceeds to let us both go.

Lots of run in with cops. Still have yet to run into one with my new ducati 😱
 
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