GacAttack
07-08-2008, 03:28 PM
So I finally got pulled over. Thankfully I only got a warning. Here's the story, complete with dialog:
I was doing about 95-ish on I-35 northbound heading into the Twin Cities on Thursday evening (3rd of July). It was late dusk, and I was starting to think about bringing the cruiseing speed down to 80-ish in respect of that darkness we call night. I was cresting a hill, so I feathered the gas a little in anticipation of any trap. As soon as I came over the hill, I start looking ahead to see what I can see: sure enough, there's an automobile sillouette under an overpass 1/4 mile ahead. I slam on the brakes and then moments later my LASER alreat goes off-- BAM, I'm hit, and I know I'm still over speed. Also, I know that my headlights took a dive from the hard stop, so he had to know that I was going much faster than whatever he tagged me doing. I pass his spot, and see his preparring to pursue.
"Well," says I to myself, "I'm boned."
I pull over before he catches up, before he turns on his lights. It's pretty dark out, so I turn on the hazards. Remembering what I've heard about traffic stops being VERY nerve racking for a LEO, I turn off the car, turn on the interior lights, turn down the radio, and put my hands on the wheel. I figured I could atleast help him relax while he's busting me. He comes up to the passenger side of the car, and we begin our dance.
Sheriff's Deputy: Well at least we know you're attentive!
Me: [laughing] Sir, that was not the first thing I was expecting to hear from you.
SD: Do you know how fast you were going?
Me: Yes, sir, I do. Do you? [as soon as I said it, I thought "I immediately regret that decision."]
SD: [caught off guard] of course. SO how fast were you going?
Me: Yes, sir, but I think I've done enough to incriminate myself today.
[we did this little dance a couple more times]
Me: What did you get me at?
SD: 76mph [in a 70mph zone], but we both know that's BS.
[SD lookds around my interior with his flashlight]
SD: Have you had anything to drink?
Me: Just RedBull and Gatorade, sir.
SD: Alright. Do you get pulled over a lot? [I fugured he was asking becaise of my relaxed demeanor and how I prepped the car]
Me: No sir, I just have a lot of cop friends.
SD: Alright. Well, give me your license and I'll write you up a quick warning.
[I hand him my lecense and he retreats for a few minutes.]
SD: Ok, this is a written warning for excessive speed. Keep it down a few notches and have a good night.
Me: Thank you, sir. Have a good night and stay safe this 4th of July weekend!
[I pull out onto the freeway and accelerate away to freedom]
:)
Definately felt good about only getting a warning. I will never speed again-- not.
I was doing about 95-ish on I-35 northbound heading into the Twin Cities on Thursday evening (3rd of July). It was late dusk, and I was starting to think about bringing the cruiseing speed down to 80-ish in respect of that darkness we call night. I was cresting a hill, so I feathered the gas a little in anticipation of any trap. As soon as I came over the hill, I start looking ahead to see what I can see: sure enough, there's an automobile sillouette under an overpass 1/4 mile ahead. I slam on the brakes and then moments later my LASER alreat goes off-- BAM, I'm hit, and I know I'm still over speed. Also, I know that my headlights took a dive from the hard stop, so he had to know that I was going much faster than whatever he tagged me doing. I pass his spot, and see his preparring to pursue.
"Well," says I to myself, "I'm boned."
I pull over before he catches up, before he turns on his lights. It's pretty dark out, so I turn on the hazards. Remembering what I've heard about traffic stops being VERY nerve racking for a LEO, I turn off the car, turn on the interior lights, turn down the radio, and put my hands on the wheel. I figured I could atleast help him relax while he's busting me. He comes up to the passenger side of the car, and we begin our dance.
Sheriff's Deputy: Well at least we know you're attentive!
Me: [laughing] Sir, that was not the first thing I was expecting to hear from you.
SD: Do you know how fast you were going?
Me: Yes, sir, I do. Do you? [as soon as I said it, I thought "I immediately regret that decision."]
SD: [caught off guard] of course. SO how fast were you going?
Me: Yes, sir, but I think I've done enough to incriminate myself today.
[we did this little dance a couple more times]
Me: What did you get me at?
SD: 76mph [in a 70mph zone], but we both know that's BS.
[SD lookds around my interior with his flashlight]
SD: Have you had anything to drink?
Me: Just RedBull and Gatorade, sir.
SD: Alright. Do you get pulled over a lot? [I fugured he was asking becaise of my relaxed demeanor and how I prepped the car]
Me: No sir, I just have a lot of cop friends.
SD: Alright. Well, give me your license and I'll write you up a quick warning.
[I hand him my lecense and he retreats for a few minutes.]
SD: Ok, this is a written warning for excessive speed. Keep it down a few notches and have a good night.
Me: Thank you, sir. Have a good night and stay safe this 4th of July weekend!
[I pull out onto the freeway and accelerate away to freedom]
:)
Definately felt good about only getting a warning. I will never speed again-- not.