|12-13-2004 09:28 PM|
|Silver03SVT||Cool story jsidious.|
|12-13-2004 09:20 PM|
|Kamui||Nice stories everyone.|
|12-13-2004 09:13 PM|
well if we're gonna go with those kinda fun stories mine has a much happier ending, in one of my many return trips to the chicagoland area from champaign illinois i was eagerly awaiting getting home because of certain.... *incentives* my gf may have offered. So i get off work its like 4pm and im enjoying the sun and the wind. windows donw sunroof open, ive got a 12'' infinity kappa perfect with about 1000 watts at its disposal, so im enjoying everything, obviously with wind noise and music i cant hear my radar going off, and luckily the cop was going the other way, but i look over and i see this cop just jaw dropped staring at me as we whip opposite each other.. look at speedometer and im doing about 110
For those of you with svts you how that goes, not that im not paying attention to driving because i am, but even at that speed the car is very calm and stable, so what i wasnt paying attention to was my radar, well this guy hits the brakes and i remember the old saying"you cant outrun the motorola" well lets be honest in the middle of nowhere how many state troopers are really around, so this guy hits the brakes but cant turn around for prolly another 1/16- 1/8 of a mile, so i put the windows up, close the sunroof, hammer down to 135,
The last i saw was of him start to turn around then a curve blocked it, i went about 3 miles then got off and took some two lane routes and such for about 40miles, got back on and that was that, leaving me in the roughly 25% of chases that dont end in apprehension, i was very lucky but i could have turned a possible escape into a possible serious accident or what have you, but remaining clam, rationalizing with my knowledge of state trooper coverage in that area and lack of any nearby major cities got me out with nothing but a few extra miles and minutes on my trip
|12-13-2004 06:18 PM|
I might as well share, too:
This past summer, I was driving a mild backroad that runs between two major highways (SC6 and US21) near my house, going about 85 mph in a 45 zone. There is a volunteer fire station on this road that the county cops use as a place to relieve themselves or take a break. I have an uncle that was, at that time, a county cop, and I had become relatively accustomed to seeing my uncle stop there. On this particular day, a Thursday, as I zoomed by, I spotted a Lexington County car out front and saw an officer opening the car door to get in. In my haste, I assumed it was Michael and waved.
After rounding the next curve, however, I began truly processing what I had seen. I was no longer so sure that I had waved at my uncle - this man seemed to be a touch shorter, with much more hair. To be certain, I put the hammer down and ran that road faster than I ever had before, or, for that matter, have since. I quickly got onto the interstate and blended with the other traffic.
That night, after work, I went to stay at my girlfriend's for a few days and returned home the following Monday evening. On Tuesday morning, I cautiously drove the leg of the road preceding the fire station. Once I approached the fire station and saw no LCPD presence, I took off, feeling pretty safe. I had never seen Lexington County put a speed trap anywhere but that fire station.
Not even a full mile down the road, I rounded a curve and spotted the tell-tale tan and blue of two cruisers. Knowing that I had been successfully snared, I slowed and pulled off the road before the officer could even get his lights on.
"Good morning, officer."
"Good morning. License and registration, please."
"No problem. Just one second," I've been in this situation several times, and I usually find it best to be friendly, but not overly cordial.
"So, you were really moving the other morning. How fast were you going?"
"You know, I couldn't really tell you," A bold-faced lie - more like, 'I wouldn't dare tell you, because I know you didn't clock me.'
"You must have been going pretty darn fast. I tried to catch up to you, but I couldn't find you anywhere. SVT, too, huh? I knew they made the truck and the mustang, but I didn't know they made an SVT Focus."
"Most people don't. It's not very well advertised, and they're pretty uncommon."
"Well, I only clocked you doing 72 this morning, so I'll just run these and be right back with your citation...."
I don't know about where you all live, but in the great state of SC, 27mph over the limit is a 6 point violation with a $450 fine. Fortunately, my uncle spoke to the judge with my knowledge and the arresting officer, without my knowledge. When the court day came, I quietly awaited my turn.
My name was called and I approached the defendant's position. Corporal Fields promptly stopped the judge, before he could ask for plea and testimony, "Your honor, if it pleases the court, I'd like to drop this one to a 2 point violation."
The judge and I both gawked at Fields in amazement. The judge spoke first, "You're telling me that you want to drop a 6 point violation and a possible reckless driving charge to a 2 point violation?"
"Yes, your honor. This young man was one of my favorite stops ever."
The judge fixed his gaze on me, "You got any problem with that?"
"Huh-uh - I mean - um - no, sir. Er, no, your honor."
"Well, alright, $76 and 2 points. Do you have the money to pay today?"
"Yes, your honor."
"Pay the clerk of court on your way out, then."
I shook the nice officer's hand, paid the clerk, and damn near skipped out to my SVT, who I'm sure was waiting with baited breath to know if I was going to have to sell her for something more insurable. My uncle made it known to me afterward that Fields had called out a bolo after our first encounter and had basically hunted me from that Thursday until he caught me. As a result, there are some very strong misconceptions in the local police force and among my family regarding the capabilities of the SVT Focus.
And yes, I still have that citation tucked in my SVT manual.
|12-13-2004 05:54 PM|
|mex||it never pays to street race.i work in the san antonio area and have had many oppunrities for a race. its not worth it.....|
|12-13-2004 05:17 PM|
|lanting90||ur all nutz!!!!!!!!!|
|12-12-2004 04:38 PM|
|12-12-2004 04:24 PM|
I raced what i thought was my wife the other day.
We were coming home from eating with some freinds
and i had met her their in my car. I had just bought her a
99' GTP and wanted to see what it had aganst the focus
So were coming up the hwy at night and i drop it and walk
away (she was not racing) so i get pretty far ahead rolling about
75 when i see these head lights coming up on me really fast.
so when they started getting close i drop it and take off. the other
car starts to catch up with me and then i start to pull away. i was going about
95-100 when i got over in front of the other car and see the lights on top of
it. sh***************t. i amost crapped my pants right then. so i slow down
and pull into the slow lane. the cop pulls up next to me and gives me a dirty look
and took off really fast. when i got home my wife was really mad and i felt like
a total idiot.
|12-12-2004 02:55 PM|
|Silver03SVT||Good luck in the rice paddies....no Korea for dis GI. I was in 3/3 ACR for 4 1/2 years. You'll miss Colorado, I miss the hell out of it! Well, at least youll be able to keep the miles off your car!|
|12-12-2004 12:45 PM|
|LastRites||52d Engineer BN, right near gate 2 but only for another week. I'm PCS'ing to 3-6 CAV out of Camp Humphries, Korea.|
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