Let's hear it. Worst traffic citation.

80 in a 45 while uninsured.

Oopsie.

That was back when I tried to deal with tailgaters by driving away from them. Now, i figure they're just remoras, too stupid to figure out how to drive by themselves.

89 in a 65 in Taylor, MI (south Detroit) on I-75.
Driving Miata with top up but respectfully put top down before office approached which made it easy for him to see in.
Result: off with a warning. Politeness saved the day.

98 in a 65 Ohio Turnpike after just entering from PA.
Spotted by plane in rental car (early Saturn Ion w/ 2.4L)
As expected, no relief from Trooper on the side of the road but it was a business transaction.
Attorney got it reduced to a typical 10 over violation which is good for having Troopers involved.

In reply to Argo1:

Where did you live back then? I have spent many an hour driving 395 between Susanville CA and Reno.

The most fun one for me was just a couple of years ago. There was about 4 inches of new snow on the ground and I had both of my boys in the car. Just before the turn in for our sub division there is a township building with a good sized parking lot. I figured why wast the new snow and pulled into the parking lot to do some handbrake slids with the kids. There was one car in the lot sitting next to the only light pole. On my third slide I see the back window of the car start to flash red and blue and the passanger side window come down. The guy in the car asked what I was doing, I said I was having a litle fun with my kids before we went home. He smiled and put the window up and I went home. I think it took 30 minutes for my heart to calm down.

I was zipping up I65 north of layfayette about 150 radar detector went off full blast cop on over pass. Turned off tail lights kicked it down never saw any other cops. Made run Indy to north side of Chicago in 1hr 45min slowed to 85 on skyway.

I had a 5-speed SAAB 9-5 in high school, and had my right arm in a sling for about a month. Couldn't drive. Well, the day that I got it out, I was out late at my friends house and came home at around 3 AM. Nobody on the roads. I was enjoying myself in the freedom of rowing through the gears when a police officer makes a U-turn to come and get me. 70 in a 40. Plead guilty without going to court, took an online class, and was off scott free after 6 months probation (minus the total fines/costs of about $250).

Been pulled over a few times though. Once I was in Wisconsin, and I was pulled over for being a FISH (berkeleying Illinois E36 M3 Head). I was going 3 under at the time, he thought I might have been on mary jane (don't know why, don't care, didn't want to make an argument). He asked me to pop my trunk, and I figured it was easier to just do it than exercise my right to privacy yada yada yada. Little did he know, I just got done playing hockey. Trunk opened with a wiff that would knock out a horse; he declined to look through it and sent me on my way.

Been pulled over twice in the Miata--once for running a stop sign that I sincerely did not see--he let me off with a verbal warning--and another when I had a headlamp out--he gave me a written warning, which was super good of him since my insurance card was expired. I had insurance, but the card was expired.

Just three speeding tickets. That's it. Good thing they got me those tickets to teach me a lesson. I'm sure a danger to myself and others- evidence going on 30 years with no accidents. Good thing we pay a police force to tax people like me. Otherwise I'd have probably killed someone.

I get a little touchy about this one. Can't understand why we put up with it. 25 MPH zones on city streets that should clearly be at leat 35. Why I... will stop now.

Last speeding ticket was in 1987....until 3 weeks ago. Dreamt about getting the '87 one the night before I got it, and same thing for this one. Route 12 in Liberty County, FL. Late for a mediation, and had been taking it cool because of the dream. Was in half a mind to stay on evil I-10 where I could easily do 75 without being bothered, but nooooooo, I want to go down through the woods and save a half an hour on the drive. Mostly scrub brush, pine and logging trucks that way. So I'm stuck behind a chevy citation that has four shades of rust on it about ten miles down the road, and he's doing 50 - 60 over the hills and valleys. I usually back off a bit and get some speed up behind the offending slowpoke so I spend as little time as possible in the oncoming lane. So I finally go for it, and lo and behold, here comes liberty county's finest towards as soon as i complete the pass. So I slow down and pull over. He claims I was doing 78 and a 60, and wrote me up for 74. I was mostly pissed that I got it in a friggin rental instead of something cool, and for a speed that would be ignored on the interstate. So dreams do come true boys and girls. I figure for all the things I have done in cars on the road in the intervening 25 years (including taking my dying cousin for a 135 mph blast down an empty highway in his 740i that he had never "opened up"), it was my time.

In the early 70's, a buddy and I were in school in Nashville and were going to drive home to Little Rock in his mother's 396 Caprice. He asked me to drive because he had been up all night and needed sleep. It was about 9:00 am. We got gas, switched places and left Nashville on I-40. One hour and 56 minutes later, we were 204 miles East in Memphis and he woke up when we had to stop for more gas. He looked at his watch, then at me and back several times, but never said a word.

A month later, I was making the same drive alone in Dad's 383 Chrysler wagon. I was the last of five cars running 94-97 for about half an hour. Limit was 75. Just outside Memphis, eight State Troopers in two lines, some motioning to the shoulder, some writing. Stopped all of us. Officer finally got to me, recited as he had about 100 times that day: "Got you at 96, wrote for 84, sign here, please slow down."

I definitely considered that a "good" one. EDIT: And, except for a short blast on a GSXR 1100 about 20 years ago, I don't think I've broken 85 on the highway since.

Knurled wrote: That was back when I tried to deal with tailgaters by driving away from them.

Got the solution for that one: Just pull the windshield washers and tailgaters back right off!

Rusted_Busted_Spit wrote: In reply to Argo1: Where did you live back then? I have spent many an hour driving 395 between Susanville CA and Reno.

I used to live in Susaville. It was the up and over in Doyle before the long straight that got me the unwanted attention...

Leaving work with my buddy at 4am or so, I was 18 in my 2001 IS300, 1st ticket, 101mph on the 101N by Camarillo, CA. Went to court, found guilty, 1 or 2 points, suspended license for 1 month and $300 fine. Thinking back, I got off easy.

Was 17, working construction, driving grandmother's old Subaru DL wagon while I was working on the GT6. We had a job in a residential neighborhood and at lunch I went to 7-11, which was on a curve.

When leaving I looked left to turn right, started pulling out (that car was SLOOOOW) and had to hook a u-turn to go where I needed to (the median was about 10 feet from the entrance). After pulling out and starting my left turn I look to my left and a motorcycle cop is sliding toward me (he, and his bike). Bike slides past the car and he is doing an exaggerated baseball slide into the adjacent grass.

I stop in the middle of the turn. He gets up. He's a big black dude about 6'4 and muscles tight in his shirt, with aviator glasses on. He walks to my window looks like he's gonna rip my head off and says "boy, you scuffed my boots" (imagine Ving Rhames voice).

Writes me up for 6 or 7 tickets....failure to yield, reckless, a bunch of other stuff.

I went to court, told the judge that the cop was speeding (he was) on a sunny day, in a tree-shaded neighborhood and I didn't see him on the black-and-white bike with no emergency lights on, speeding around the corner.

Judge said "that's interesting, I almost did the same thing with a motorcycle officer the other day"......all charges dropped

Other than that, got an 81 in a 55 once.. He pulled 3 cars over at once (2 others driven by attractive female friends of mine). I got a ticket, neither of them did.

An ex of mine (though not at the time) got pulled over for 94 in a 50 two hours away from home. He told her that anything 25+ over the limit must appear in court. She started begging, pleading, and eventually crying to not have to drive two hours to pay a ticket. He eventually gave her the paperwork for the diversion program, so it didn't even go on her record!

Mos times i have been stopped, the officers were "friendly".

I did have one that I wasn't too happy with. My wife and I were visiting overnight with a relative. Very early in the morning, about 4, she woke me and said she had a sever pain in her back and wanted to go to our home hospital. So we started out and I hurried a little, nothing extreme. I drove through a village about 10 over the speed limit. It is about 4:30 AM. Almost out of town the local gendarm pulled me over. Young guy. I tried explaining that my wife was in pain and i was in a little hurry. Completely ignored what I was saying and gave a speech about speeding through town etc. Other than that, I can't complain.

Curmudgeon wrote: Had a highway cop give me 4 tickets on a dirt bike; no lights, no motorcycle license, no insection sticker and improper muffler. The worst part was that my bud and I were sitting on the side of the road with the engines dead, we had just come out of a snotty muddy woods section and were covered head to toe with mud. We were just plain too tired to go any further. He saw us, locked up all 4 tires on the Plymouth Fury (flat spotted the tires for sure) then threw it in reverse and just BOILED the rear tires. We just sat there and watched as he did all this. I went to court over the tickets and asked the judge if he didn't just write the tickets to cover the cost of the tires he destroyed, the cop got all red in the face and the judge started laughing. He knocked the tickets down to like $10 apiece and no points.

I had the EXACT same stop, with an add-on 5th ticket for no insurance. I was driving in the ditch on the side of the road. Cop lied in court and said I was on the street. shiny happy person.

In my youth I worked evenings in the central California town of Manteca. I lived in Stockton about 15 miles away and had just purchased my first Porsche. A royal blue 1967 911S Coupe (Wish I still had it!). Each night when I got off work at 1:30am I would duck out of town via the "back door" of Louis Ave. which went straight to I-5 for the freeway sprint to Stockton. Every night I would blast down Louis then bark down through the gears to second, bank right onto the I-5 on ramp, then hammer down. You could hear me coming as the car had a Bursch exhaust. Each night there was a CHP officer at the gas station/ mini mart at the freeway junction. Each night he would dutifully climb into his cruiser and start after me. He never really chased me. I never saw him actually try to follow me. He went through the motions.

One night I followed the same routine but the officer wasn't at the gas station. Hmm.. Anyway, hammer down and head for home. Up to speed on the freeway I saw a set of taillights ahead that could be cause for concern. They then disappeared over a small rise. Then I crested the small rise and the cop was RIGHT THERE! He must have been doing 40. I was doing more like 100. I pounce the brakes and pull up door handle to door handle with him. Happy thoughts were not going through my mind. He slid in behind me. No lights. Just following. I drove all 15 miles to Stockton with him right behind me. I got off at my exit. He followed. I drove down the streets to my house. He followed. I turned into the driveway. He stopped, gave a little wave, and drove off.

I had a lot of "adventures" in that car including sending it 100 yards out into a beet field during a TSD rallye. The moral of the story is don't buy your kids (or let them buy -in my case) really fast cars until they get a little... ah... judgement.

On a tear to get to a buddy's place, I pulled a right turn, u turn, right turn at a light to make it through the intersection. Shortly after I have a white 80's Escort trying to run me off the road on a rural 2 lane highway. I was in a LeBaron GTS and spooled up the turbo and headed down the road with all it would do (~120). Unfortunately, I had worn brakes and bad shocks and this car was catching up to me on turns off the highways.

When I finally get to my buddies house I screech to a halt and jump out and start to sprint to the door. I had no idea who was after me, but they must have been serious and I was going for help. It ended up being a local police office who was in his personal car on his way home, but still in full uniform. He jump out and drew a gun on me and shouted to stop. Very shortly there was a bunch of squad cars all around as I had left town and we had passed through 2 townships along with the county guys.

Apparently, he didn't think my right turn, u turn and right were sufficient enough to not count as running a red light. Also, I should have noted his uniform inside the car (It was dusk and all I could see was sun reflection of his windshield). Ticket was for Wreckless, evading, criminal speeding, a couple others, its been decades. Final outcome was we agreed not to sue the police for trying to run me off the road and putting me into a dangerous/ wreck less situations by trying to kill me with with a civilian car and not disclosing police officer status during a pursuit. The remainder of my youth in that town I did seem to get pulled over much more often after that situation.

Other favorites. Misspelled ticket for drifting a right hand turn. Cited for 'Erotic Driving'. And for some reason I am kind of proud of my lane splitting ticket on my SV on the freeway in Phoenix.

Was at my sister's place after an entire night of listening to her bitch about her husband. Around midnight, I realized I didn't want to wake up there and face another day of that, so I quietly put my coat on over my pyjamas and jumped in the car. Ahead of me, a really slow moving car with one taillight out, so I nailed it and passed him. Got pulled over shortly after by a cop who claimed I was 30 over. He kind of looked me over and asked me where I was going. "Home", I said. Pausing for a minute, he advised me to slow down, and wished me a good night.

Oh man, I 've done some stupid stuff. I 'm not bragging and looking back I wish I could undo some of it. I 've had more speeding tickets than I can count.

I had three within my first two months of driving. The judge only let me keep my dl's because I had two jobs dad would have had to drive me around.

Some of the more notables are ; driving on the wrong side of a divided hwy, 105 in a 45, unsafe turn and so on.

I 've ran twice got away both times. 1st was in my Trans Am, it was after curfew and in the rain. I was running about 50 in a 35 through town. Cop was sitting well off the road in a car lot. By the time he had his lights on I was well up the road. I threw it sideways and shot up a side street I was a block and a half away when he came around the corner. He slid wide and clipped a pole which spun him like a top. Seeing that I ducked up another street found a dark spot in an alley and walked home. STUPID!

The 2nd was the day I bought my 96 ImpalaSS. I was out test driving it about 80 miles from home. Decided to let 'er run a little and crested a hill at about 120 only to find a super trooper coming the other way. Our eyes locked as he slammed his Brakes on. I spotted a little farm road to the left at the bottom of the hill and hauled ass down it. I never saw him behind me but I was gone. I backroaded it home seeing troopers and sheriffs every where. One went through an intersection just as I was pulling up to it. I needed to go that way but turned the other way just to be on the safe side. When I got home I pulled it into the garage and didn't get it out for a month. My neighbor was a sheriff. STUPID!!!

The worst by a long shot was unfortunately a Dui. About a month after I turned 21. That was the only time I lost my license. I do not drink and drive anymore. I 'm amazed I survived my youth.

16 years old, 66 Plymouth Fury 2, cold winters night in my small home town...What else is there to do on main street at 2 in the morning after a fresh snow other than go the entire length of the street doing donuts, lurid slides, what they now call drifting... until I got a little behind in my steering and backed it into to parking spot beside the general store.

The most embarrassing part was listening to the cop, who had been sitting at the end of the block, in court regaling the judge with a blow by blow description of my antics...$125 for "driving without due care and attention".

I was 18, 98 in a 55. Almost lost my license.

When a Trooper asks "Do you know how fast you where going?" They DO NOT appreciate the humor of "Fast enough to get your attention"

My niece, who was about 20 at the time, got popped doing 98 in a 55 on the Jersey Turnpike in her parents' Suburban.

Coming home from a party I dropped in on after leaving work at the correctional facility. It's a short run up I75 between Brandon and the Zephyrhills exit and I'm cruising along in my 86 Iroc, that we had just finished breaking in the newly built motor, and decided to open her and let her run seeing as how there was very little traffic out that night. Blew by a FHP officer sitting in one of the stang patrol cars and just bumped the shifter into neutral, and slowed down and pulled over. After sitting there for about 30 seconds he pulls in behind me and flips on the lights. Conversation went something like this:

Why did you stop? Hoping to keep my license and my job.... Looks in the back seat where my correctional officer uniform is tossed. Any idea how fast you were going? Nope.... Why not? Speedo says 85....see? Laughing, is a good sign right? First time was at 142, didn't think that was right, Di I got you a second time at 140. About now is when I swore I was dead. Slow down, and have a good night. I sat there for another 2 min or so before I decided my heart rate was low enough to continue the drive home.

I hung the back of my Mustang out across 3 lanes of traffic at a cruise-in. (no traffic at all) Didnt see the cops behind the Taco Bell. It was a 4 point careless and reckless ticket.

On the same road a few years later, I got another C&R for doing nothing. I got pulled because the truck beside me chirped the tires leaving the light. I was driving a v6 Explorer that couldnt even imagine to breaking the tires loose. I fought it and won, but it was still a crappy night.

Conquest351 wrote: I have one that I actually deserved... Was in my 1993 525i and was going to work early one morning. 6am, Parmer Lane, Austin Texas, unbelievably there was no traffic. I decided I was going to haul some ass. Came to a hill and downshifted to 4th and coasted, had one of those bad feelings... Crest the hill and 2 cops pass me, I get that sphincter clinch going and there's another one in the turn lane. I blow past him and slow myself down. I pull over and wait for him in an empty parking lot. 2 cars screetch to a hault behind me and 4 cops bail out and surround the car. They order me to get out. I do. They hold me up against the car and start screaming at me about doing 104 in a 60. One cop is laying into me and the others are looking in my car, around it, etc. One of them says, "he's got bald tires!" The cop yelling at me asks if I'm running slicks and what the hell do I think I'm doing. I told him they're not bald, they just don't have much tread on them, they were made that way. They were the old Kuhmo's that barely had tread on them. Then he starts telling me I'm being a smartass, blah blah. Then they tell me my license is suspended and they're going to have fun "berkeleying me over on this one". I got arrested and charged with wreckless driving (got it dropped because there was no traffic), public endangerment (again dropped for no traffic and proof of tire condition), speeding (dropped because the cop didn't show up to the trial), and driving while license suspended ($500 fine). Still cost me like $2k because of the lawyer... Fun. I don't miss Austin that much. LOL

Williamson county sherrif dept is still pretty widely known as the most corrupt in the state. They still do all the good ole boy stuff even though the town has outgrown it.