no crap in my pants story, but I got out of ticket by simply stating that my girlfriend was going to show up at my house in 15 minutes and if I didn't have food waiting for her she would turn into a raging bull! The cop had caught me going through a red light and speeding 70 in a 35 zone. He laughed his *** off, ran my license and told me to tell my girlfriend if she had a problem with me being late to give him a call! He handed me my license and said "slow down or your "bull" will be picking you up at the police station"!

The sad part of the story is, I was telling the truth....

 

I was on my way from Indianapolis to West Lafayette Indiana (normally about a 50 min drive) and I was going 130mph in an Infinity Q45a (a beast of a car) at about 4:00 am on my way back to my apartment in college from a long night of partying. My friend and two girls where WASTED in the car but I did not have one drink the whole night (stomach problems that night). So anyway I was passing an 18-wheeler and he just swerved into me to slow me down. I basically said screw him and kept going. Bottom line was I needed to get home! A couple minutes later I see in the far distance a car actually catching up to me and somehow everyone would move out of his way. I said oh Shnikes either this is a cop of this guy is going really fast and wants to race. I was about to pass an exit and the cop was still very far back and I was unsure of myself so I did the dumbest thing one can do, I asked a whole bunch of drunk people what they thought. As you could imagine they told me "No, its fine don’t worry about it!" So as I passed the exit I new I screwed up and I slowed down. So when he caught up to me I instantly rolled all the windows down in 30 degree weather and thought of what the Hell I’m gonna tell this guy.

He approached the car looked at me and said "Sir have you been drinking?" I said nope and he said can you open the trunk for me? So I get out open the trunk and start talking to him. He said do you know how fast you where going? (THIS IS WHERE THE STORY GETS REALLY GOOD) I told him sir I just moved to Indiana from LA to go to Purdue and my friend and I picked up these girls at school and wanted to show off by taking them to a club and they were thoroughly impressed and I didn’t want to stop at a motel because it was tacky and I was afraid it ruin everything so I was trying to get back home quickly. I also told him that I didn’t have anything to drink because I had stomachache and acid indigestion and I pulled out two tablets of Pepto Bismall from pocket and the empty wrapper of the tablet that I just had taken.

He laughed, and said son come here for a second I want to show you something. So he walks me to the passenger seat of his car and said get in, and I did. He sits in his seat and shows me his radar with 128 mph on it and then he said, now look at this and points to a CB radio. Do you know what this is, I played stupid and said no, well son its a cb radio and the truckers have been all talking about you for the passed 20 miles and went off about how I "Stick out like a sore thumb with an Infiniti with California personalized plates and Beverly Hills Infiniti on the license plate frame." So we kept on talking and I kissed his butt a bit and he said he was gonna right me up for a ticket at 89 miles per hour and he said if he would have wrote 128 the judge would have sent you to jail himself. Then he said that I could try to plead not guilty and he might not show up to court. So I thanked him and he said to keep the windows down because my car smells real bad of alcohol and to get the drunk people home and drive carefully.

I was so scared to go to court for the ticket that I didn’t show up and ended up having a warrant put out for my arrest until I paid it. AND NOW FOR THE BEST PART because I have a Cali DL it didn’t go on my record.

 

A few weeks back, I got on the 405 North Freeway from Sunset at about 4:00 a.m. I was driving a Lamborghini Murcielago and entered on the onramp very hard accelarating to 120 mph easily, maybe faster. Out of nowhere I see flashing red and blue lights behind me so I start pulling over. Before I stop, the cop pulls up along side me, shines the huge lights into the car and then pulls away. I never fully stopped. I know I won't be as lucky next time.

 

Once heading to the airport at around 5 a.m. I was making my way through light traffic and came across a knackered looking brown Taurus stuck in the outside lane. Leaving it in 6th a few car lengths back I moved over to the inside lane and passed on the inside with a car between us - the Taurus started to accelerate also and match me and then moved over to the middle lane along side me. I was in the process of turning my head to F-bomb what I thought was some old fart playing the role of Knight of the Road when I realized it was a trooper in one of Indy's famous ****-box trooper traps. They have about 4 of these bloody cars around town and a bunch of unmarked Cameros. Just a finger wag - wonder if I'd have come out the same had I mouthed my initial thoughts to him through my window.

 

Hey guys this thread is turning into a who's got the best story of a get away. I'm going to start a new thread called:

"Who's got the best get away story?"

~Rob

 

I'm waiting for somebody to say "was going 100+mph saw the cop, pulled of an exit and played hide-and-seek.

 

lucky....CHP letting you go!!!?? You know they write tickets for a living right?

My good friend is an officer for El Segondo and he tells me that CHP sometime give other fellow officers(from other cities) speeding tickets. Badge don't mean a thing to em' sometime.

You are one lucky guy, nothing like this happens in LA. NOT for 120 mph with a verbal warning!!

 

Wow. That's sneaky.

 

Where is Buddy with the best I did NOT get away story!

 

it's not as bad as owning a CS in LA...boy it must really suck to have one of those

 

IF I get asked to elaborate I can go into stories about my
youth in Africa, where the police had no radio communications,
and had Single-cylinder 350 motorcycles, and I had getaway
stories with my Triumph 650, Triumph 200 Cub, and and Ciao
moped.
OK, you talked me into it. The Triumph 650 was easy. Way
faster and handled well, but the moped chase was the most fun,
after the fact...
Mombasa is an old town with lots of narrow lanes between
buildings. One night two friends and I were trying to wobble our
way from party to party on a girlfriend's borrowed moped. The
boyfriend driving, me sitting on the 4"x12" baggage 'rack' over
the rear wheel, hanging onto the waist of the driver and my legs
resting on the knees of the third guy, sitting on the flat plate
over the motor, where you'd step over like a girl's bike. His
feet were way out front, trying to perch on the front axle stubs,
but needless to say, every slight turn would knock one of them off and he' waver it around in the air to catch it back on while
the moped and the other two of us swayed in harmony at 15
mph.
A natty white-spatted motorcycle officer must have thought
we were drunk or a danger to the other folks on the sidewalk,
so he turned around after passing us (he was in the street)
and his body language wasn't propitious so we turned down
one of those alleys. It was perfect because it started out at 4'
wide and narrowed to about 3' within about 30 feet to the
back of the two adjacent shops. We got through in terror
with the scary-loud 350 single booming into the alley behind us,
but it turned to a sickly screech and clunk which must have been
the wide 'crash bars' that all the cop bikes had sticking out both
sides, scraping along the narowing walls. The clunk would have
been interesting to see, but we were already down another
'alley', not looking back.
We tore into the parking lot of our intended night club. This
is a sandy dirt road with no lights till you got to the club... Still
going our top speed of 10-15mph, we hit a rock or something,
immediately dislodging both the front guy's feet, and him. He
plopped out the side, but I was able to hang on. Without his
weight ahead of the driver, with me still hanging off the back
by the driver's waist, it was instant wheelie till I slid off the
back plate and the moped went out from under the driver's
legs till it went vertical, and he ran windmilling behind it like a
midget with a runaway wheel barrow, trying to save his girl's
moped from any *visible* abuse... He ran this way with the
bike right into some decorative bushes at the last turn before
the hotel. These bushes were so dense that it took a minute
for him to climb out, and they were in fact dense enough to be
the perfect hiding place for the moped in case the cop came
looking, so he left it right where it was, imbedded vertically in
the bushes till the next day early when most hotel management
were still sleeping and hadn't noticed a newly beaten opening
in their decorative landscaping...
Joe

 

Great reality check....

 

Me and my friends would play hide and seek with the cops every weekend. Philly had some pretty cool highways. They all intersect and form a giant circle 10-15 miles. Good straights, S-curves, and long sweepers. We(Fast3) and myself would hit 170 over the bridge, take the long staight under south street, then hit 76 west all the way out to my buddies house. Alost every night we'd pass troopers on the side of the road. Most of the time there isnt but 5 cars the whole stretch. Most of them being racers themselves. Anyway, we would pass the cop, Hed turn the lights on, and we would blast a couple miles, then exit. Never got caught.
In philly, they dont use radar. They use vascar. Some timing device. But it doesnt work untill your right ontop of them, so they have no chance. We have exits every quarter mile, so blast ahead, take your pick. Stop and get a cheasesteak!!
josh.

 

Not the dump one but the pee version of course. In fact it wasn't a lie, I really had to pee. This was 10 years ago in what I had at that time a modified G60 Corrado. I came blasting off the highway, and the light at the off-ramp was green. Took the turn pretty hard as it a sweeping right down the main boulevard. The first light was red for about 4 seconds after I got there it turned green. My bladder was ready to explode so I take off knowning the sequence of lights if I don't get up to 140km/h i won't make the next light. I blast through thte next light as it turns yellow, and coming up to the following light, my turn, I notice someone blasted through the red at the last intersection. I said to myslef, boy are you lucky no cops are around, then as he's approaching I notice he gets behind me on my left hand turn lane. Just as he stops behind me while I'm squirming in my seat from the full bladder, I notice he's a cop. No lights yet, I guess he's running my plates, and as soon as the light turns green and I turn he flashes. So here I am, practically 2 blocks from my house, my bladder ready to explode and his comments were as follows: "Do you know I've been trying to catch you from hte off-ramp? Do you know that you took the turn on 3 wheels? Have you been drinkning? Where were you tonight? Is this your car?"

Me: "3 wheels, I wasn't going that fast, I just got off the highway and was slowing down, plus I really really really have to go"

Him: "License and registration."

Me: While handing papers, "Do you think we could just drive to the stop sign over there, make a left, and go about 50 feet to my home so I can use the bathroom?"

Him: "No."

Then he goes into his car for a total of 20 minutes... yes at that point I was timing it and practically shaking from the need to pee. I actually was expecting im to bring back the breathalizer test. The worst part about it was after 20 minutes and I'm sure this was done on purpose he comes back with my papers and no ticket telling me to be careful next time. He evne had the nerve to follow me home. If he didn't I would have pissed in the flower bed.