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Today's Feature First Driving Offense

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John B.

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How old were you when you got pulled over by a police officer and what were you driving.

One day my dad told me to take the old Farmall H up a mile to the gas station and fill it up, since our tank at home was empty at the time. Well I was between 5th & 6th grade. Young looking for my age evidently. When I made my stop at the 2nd stop sign and took off. There was a cop car behind me and he turned on his sirens. Scared the Sh!t out of me. I drove to the other side of the intersection to the gas station and pulled in by a gas pump. He came up to me and asked me who gave me permission to drive that tractor. I said my dad did. I was really scared. When I got home I didn't say anything to mom or dad or any one else. About a half hour later my dad called in for me and told me to come outside. When I went out there was the policeman and police car in the yard. My heart sank. I never got in trouble with any one. Come to find out, the gas station owner I knew and he knew me and my family. He was a retired police officer himself. When I left the gas station he told that cop that I come up there all the time and get gas you better go to their house and apologize to him. Well about three months later when I was in 6th grade the teacher posted the policeman's photo from the newspaper on the bulletin board and it was his obituary. He was riding a motorcycle in a parking lot and ran into a cable knocking him off the bike and he died of his injuries. At the time I had mixed feelings but later felt bad for his family. I'll never forget those 15 minutes of horror I felt. Rest his soul.
 
I was 18-19 the first time I got pulled over. A buddy and I were going home from college for a few supplies. It was about midnight and good song came on the radio, Radar Love. I dropped the hammer and didn't let up until we saw flashing lights. He clocked me doing 91 in a 55 and wanted my license and insurance card, went back to his car, wrote the ticket, came back and said "I guess I don't need to tell you to slow down." then he left. My co-pilot was scarred to death, he thought we were both going to jail, but nothing happened until my folks got a notice in the mail form the Iowa DOT, they decided I didn't deserve to have the privilage of driving.

This was 15 years ago, I've been pulled over a few times since then but not for speeding, I learned my lesson riding a bicycle for six months after that first encounter. Not to mention the SR22 insurance I had to buy.

Nate
 
Senior in High School with a 69 Chevy Impala. Spun the wheels on gravel at a stop sign in town. Cop stopped me and gave me a ticket for Recklass driving. Took him to court, he never showed. Still have the Impala, but need some parts..
 
Age 16, drag racing. Worse yet, we were in downtown, even worse, 1954 ford and one could hardly call it a race.
 
At age 16 was driving my 1947 dodge pickup with a bunch of kids in the back. Cop pulled me over and gave me a ticket for having over 6 kids under the age of 18 in the rear without a person over 18 to supervise.
Judge dismissed the ticket when i had my passenger testify that he jumped in the back from the passenger seat and made the count over 6!!
Whew!!
 
18 years old I think, 69 Nova, all souped up. Late at night on old two lane in SE michigan. Sitting at a red light, no one around. Put in reverse and smoke the tires back up to the light and stopped and waited for the light to turn green. Light turns green, start out normal, bout the time to shift I nail the gas, tires break loose, a little side way's action, speed shift 2nd breaking tires loose again wind it up speed shift 3rd when I noticed MI sate police sitting behind the gas station, quickly backed off and shift into 4th. They had seen it all. Give me a ticket for careless driving and a long sermon and advised the could write me for reckless driving. I lived in OH at the time so I had to go to Monroe MI for court. Judge starts lecturing about endagering the other people in the car. I advised him I was by myself and it was just a metter of squeeling tires - he got mad, yelled at me some more and increased the fine. Learned to keep my big mouth shut!
 
Nice topic .. true story here.
The local fair always had a demolition derby. had been in the past they didn't mind if you drove the car in or hauled it. we lived about 6 mile south of the grounds. many years before some of us just drove them in. Mostly they had security guards there .. this year they had State police directing traffic.. many of us were pulled over till the officer came and released to the track. He said he didn't have enough time or enough paper to write us up for what he could ... me I got it for no license on vehicle, and no inspection... As I was about to follow a small dump truck down to the Gate His chain broke that was up over the tail board to the cars front bumper...He had to stop and let the car hit his truck... I couldn't imagine what may have taken place if it happened on the road. at least I had control of mine. Oh ! It cost me $55.00 and 5 bucks to enter. I didn't win.

Ps I didn't mention to him a few weeks before that we were taking a 56 Plymouth race car to the track most of 20 mile we just left town maybe 5 mile out and the tow bar broke. WE had a driver was to meet us.. he said if we got it there,and had it warmed, up he would bring his semi tractor as he was out on the road, but would meet us there..

We were in a bind as to what to do, so I decided to drive it there. We did meet up with him and he drove it all that night .. we put in some more gas , and I drove it home in the dark buddies following my tow car for my headights.
 
On my 17th birthday, in the spring of my junior year in high school, I got my first car. 1967 Malibu convertible. Red w/white top. Paid $1000 for it with crop money.
Come senior year of high school, I was so sick of it, I took advantage of a new program where if you had enough credits, and a real, paying job, you only had to attend half days.
Must have been about a year after I got my car, in the spring, when the boss sent me on a "service call", "on my way home" (on a lawn mower) Well, "on my way home" was quite a way out of my way. And the old fools only trouble was a plugged full deck. Heading home I was getting concerned about a stupid "honor society" meeting. I detest being late, and had to get cleaned up. Coming through a little village close to home I got stopped for probably 15 over the posted limit. Got to pay the fine some time later.
That's the short version.
 
First one was speeding when I was 16, driving a souped up '36 Ford.

Funniest one was once I was driving through New Mexico in a '57 Merc. The NM State Patrol clocked me at 87 in a 70 zone after I'd come up hill for about a mile.

That was before radar was quite as sophisticated as it is now. One trooper was running radar at the top of the hill, another trooper was in a catch car. The trooper in the catch car went behind a pile of rocks to take a leak, I went sailing past, the other trooper scrambled him and he had to cut it off and take after me. I think the poor guy peed down his leg the first two miles.

When he caught up with me, he just didn't have his heart in his work. He said, "Dang, when you start running over ten miles an hour over the limit, they sock it to you sometimes. I'll just make the ticket out for 80 in a 70 zone".

It was mid afternoon, and I was going through Tucumcari anyway, so I figured I might as well get it over with, and stopped at the court house and went into traffic court. The old judge said, "Just because we caught you speeding, I don't want you to think we're treating you like a hardened criminal, but, dammit, we set the speed limits for a purpose and we have to stick to them".

He charged me a dollar per mile over the limit and a whole $5 court costs. I walked out for $15.
 
I was 17 when I got pulled over in my 99 GMC 2500. It was all muddy from running on a field road the night before. Turns out someone had been tearing up hay fields recently (this was in April so there had been some rainy days) the sheriff had seen my truck parked at school during the day and had waited for me after school. He let me go when the pictures of the tracks didn't match up with my tires. I guess I was lucky that me and the real perpetrator hadn't bought tires at the same place.
 
I was 16, about 4 months after getting my DL. There were always stories about the cops in Aurora, Nebraska, being real d--ks. One Saturday, I was cruising through town, with my mom in the car, when I got pulled over. Cop gave me a ticket for SPEEDING, and sent me on my way. Mom took the ticket, and let out a laugh - the thing was written for ONE mile an hour BELOW the posted speed limit!

We both went to court, and the judge tossed it out, and chastized the cop for wasting everyone's time.
 
Never been pulled over but at the age of about 20 on a winter day I was driving a Massey 35 pulling a wagon running gear to go and pick up the wood from some logs I had taken to the sawmill back before we had ours. It was about 20 degrees with 6" of snow on the ground and I had my heavy coat on with my hood up. I had to go about a mile through the woods and then about half a mile down a county road. When I left I almost didn't take my SMV triangle, it was lying flat on a table in the barn and the snow had drifted in and dusted over it so it took me a while to find it. Going down the county road I would look around behind me for traffic every minute or so and then put my hood back up. When I was most of the way to the mill I saw that a town plow that had just passed me going the other way had stopped and the driver was waving his arms, maybe 200 yards behind me. I pulled over into the snowbank and walked back to see what was going on and he said "didn't you see that car" and I said "what car" and he told me that a car had pulled up behind me and then gone to pass and had slipped off the road and down over about a 20 foot embankment into a swamp. We climbed down to the car which was still upright and opened the door, the car driver seemed groggy and disoriented and would not leave the car without taking along a bag of some sort of fast food that was on the seat beside him. The plow driver and I pushed and pulled him up to the top of the bank, which was a struggle since he was not balancing himself well and he was rather portly. About the time we got him up the fire department, an ambulance and a state trooper arrived and after he talked to the plow driver the trooper questioned me. He asked if the SMV sign had been on the tractor at the time of the accident and I said yes, and I guess the plow driver could have confirmed that if he had not believed me. He took down my particulars and told me I could go, and I got back on the tractor and headed for the mill. By the time I got the lumber loaded and paid for and got home I was pretty chilly, but I was very glad that I had not given up on finding the SMV sign before I left.
Zach
 
16 years old driving a 66 Fairlane GT 390 that I bought with money I borrowed from my grandfather. Drag racing a buddy of mine down US 98. State Trooper clocked me at a little over a hundred. Said he would write a ticket for 70 in a 55.Only problem with that was that he knew my grandfather. After he wrote the ticket he told me to follow him to my grandfathers house because he knew that I was not going to tell him that I got caught drag racing thru the middle of town. Its after midnight when he woke my grandfather up and after that conversation my grandfather walked out to me and told me he would not have that conversation again and that could park the car right there in his yard and hand him the keys. I worked for him at the time in a garage that he owned and I had to open up the next morning made me walk home that night and ride a bicycle to work and the bus to school for the next month. I want to say I quit street racing but I never got caught again. I will never forget that night or him. He is still to this day one of the greatest men I have ever known. Wish I still had him and that 66 GT 390
 
I was 18 we were digging potato's in the fall broke the fan belt on the 706. Called the dealer he had one 45 min away and it was Saturday they close at noon. Grampa said go get boy! I jumped in my 1969 mustang mach 1 and headed I had about 30 min. to get there. 2 miles from the dealer I went under the over pass on the highway and who do you think was sitting on the side. State trooper clocked me at 80 MPH I pulled over and told him my story and do you know he let me go He told me to slow down he wanted to see me make it back with the belt in one peice. oldiron29
 
That would have to be the time the state policeman pulled me over on my scooter in PA. I was around 12 years old ,I was staying with the neighbor in the summer for a week. I told the trooper who I was staying with,he said follow me over to his farm,He talked to the neighbor and left,I asked the neighbor what he said,he said tell the boy to drive on the dirt roads,not on the blacktop roads,I was sure relieved,thought I might have more trouble than that!
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17 driving home at 3 am on a moon lit night with a dead alternator. My battery was apparently low enough my running lights appeared to be out too. He was nice enough to give us a lift home, but had to leave the convertible in an unfavourable area with no top.
 
Not my first or really mine but classic ! Buddy and I were going from DesMoines to Lacrosse Wi.
He had a 70 Plymouth Super Bird . The big wing on the back. We had put in 3.23 gear and slapped a dual quad set up on the 440 . I know ,,I know ,,ruining a collectable $$$ car ,as if we knew better back then. Anywho,we were tooling along hwy 20 outside Iowa Falls,,fresh blacktop, cooler full off beer in the back tunes cranked . He decided to wind er up a few notches. Those winged cars handled better the faster they went . At around the 140 - 145 mark on the speedo I noticed a pair of brake lights headed other way , sure enough he turned around a hit the cherries . Well ,,at 145 mph you don"t just stop! Put er in neutral and coasted ,and coasted . Finally pulled obver and were waiting when officer friendly caught up several minutes later. He came running up to the car panting . He blurted out "Is thisa Plymouth Superbird?" Buddy says yes sir . cop says " this is THE coolest car I ever pulled over ,Do you let your buddy drive?" My buddy says ,"yep all the time " cop says " Good ,cuz your going to jail !" So ,,I follow them into town , all the local kids were dragging the main as it was close to midnight. We pull into police station,cop runs in and is followed back out by a whole slew of police officers , sheriffs, highway patrol , you name it . It must have been card night ?lol . One highway patrol guy was drooling , asked why we let him catch us ? I told him we didn"t really know the roads around here and well,,,you guys have radios ya know! He chuckled and said it would have been the most excitment they"d ever had round there,kinda like smokey and the Bandit. He had me open the hood and gave er a good looking over.
Well ,I figured I"d better go attend to my buddy inside. They were all laughing and joking having a good time. Said they had to get the judge on the phone . Officer come out and tells us " Judge says it"ll be $200 cash " I got wallet out and started counting out the fine. Laid it on the desk and asked for receipt. Officer looked me in the eyeand asked "Do you really want one ?" Umm no ,,not really I guess . No ticket, no paper, guess it went to the beer fund or some sort of widows fund ? lol Well we load up get ready to head out, one cop comes over and starts telling us the best roads to take on the rest of our trip . We thanked him shook his hand ,left town and took exactly the opposite roads he suggested. Pretty sure they had radio"d every buddy they had about us . They never checked us for booze or looked in the cooler , whew ! Fun trip ,back in the good old days !
 
While in school at a small mountain college, some of us decided to go to the beach. Being Friday night and nothing on tap til Mon. Off we went. Myrtle Beach was the place to be back then. Main drag loaded with cuties and barley pop sold cheap. Spent the whole weekend riding around in a 62 Nova poptop. Spent all our money too, except for enough to get gas for the trip home. Sunday evening, made it to a small upstate town at the foot of the mountain. Highway took us right through town and by a big church that was having a picnic. After the rowdy weekend, we were exceptionally brave and were hootin" and callin" to all the females there. Not one block away, law pulled up behind us. Couldn"t get us on anything but the fact that we couldn"t come up with $10 between us so he put us in for the night on a vagrant charge. We called the school and somebody brought us $10 the next morning. Lots of stories to tell all week, til the next weekend adventure.
 
First offense I was pulled over for was overdue inspection, on my 73 gmc pickup, second was an overdue inspection in 2003 on my 2002 chevy pick up, 1 year old truck, I got mouthy with the officer, so he wrote me a ticket. Third time was for a missing front plate, which I had in the truck. Last time was just a big shot DOT guy, just pulled us over because we are a business, I got mouthy with this jerk, but he had nothing on us, just wanted to throw his weight around, blabbing, about not liking to have to go tell a father his daughter was killed because some guys trailer broke loose from the truck and killed her. I understand safty, but I never in my life heard if a trailer coming loose and killing somebody! Funny thing is after all this, a retired NYS trooper, turned excavator company, dident properly chain down a Deere dozer, and lt came off the trailer, diner owner hung pics of it in his diner, for everyone to see,! Lol
 
In the early 80's I got pulled over for 85 in a 55. I only had a school permit at the time. Deputy let me go with only a few words of warning. A short while after I got home the deputy called Dad. That taught me more than a ticket.
 
A lot of them that just want to sound important. There was an accident near here about 5-10 years ago where a trailer came unhooked from a pickup with no safety chains. It happened on a 2 lane bridge over the Missouri River. There was a motorcycle rider coming from the other way, and when the trailer took one lane and the pickup was in the other there was nowhere for him to go but to the graveyard. You don't hear of it often, but it seems like the most unexpected things can happen. If that trailer had come loose on either side of the bridge the rider could have at least tried to take the ditch(maybe with the same outcome), but for that 700 yards there was no where to go.
 
Still waiting for my first time, I'll be 50 in May and have yet to be pulled over for anything. Hope I didn't just jinx myself.......
 
When I was 16 and had just a learner's permit from the State of New York, a younger friend and I decided it would be cool to pull out of his driveway and shoot down the state road on our Go Karts, we made about three passes of a quarter mile each and on the last go, I turned around to head back only to see a state trooper standing by his car waiting for us. We only got a lecture and explanation about the danger and my friend's 'caregiver' got an earful. His parents were not home. That ended our road race for good.
 
18,, cruisin 100 mph between corydon and lanesville,,the 429 was so smooth and powerful in the mercury ....cost me 35 dollars
 
Got pulled over on outskirts of Atlanta, GA. Wife and I were just driving around looking things over. Just married maybe a couple of weeks, from Minn, driving Minn car and to him I guess we looked like maybe runaways as we were 17 & 18. Showed him my liberty pass from Army and he stood and talked with us for a quite a while about this and that.
 
Late sixties 16 drag racing in a small town. No city cops just a constable.He stopped us at the local car wash.He knew our dads and asked if we wanted him to tell our dads what kind of fools they raised. We both said "No Sir". He then said said to get our buts home and behave.No ticket. Didn't last long we were racing again soon after.
 
I've had my license for over 45 years. the first 10 years I had it, I got pulled over so many times, I don't remember which one was the first.
 
Age 16, riding my dirt track motorcycle from my cousins home. Bike was geared low and topped out at about 50mph. 1/2 miles from home passed a state cop going the other way, and I knew he couldn't turn around anywhere for another 1/4 mile. So I turned into a neighbors barnyard & hid the bike in an empty corncrib Dad had rented. Cop saw the dust in the air from me sliding into the lane. The address on my license was the same as the place I had hidden(no house numbers in those days, only rural route numbers). Got a ticket for no license plate, warning ticket for no tailight, no brake light, no headlight, no title/registration, no muffler. Got a big ticket from Dad for no brains!
 
Had the same thing happened in Maryland. According to the news, trailers are required to have safety chains, but not required they be used. The trailer came off and caused a truck going the other way to crash and killed the driver.
 
Arrested or pulled over?

Arrested for breaking and entering at 13.

I had issues.

Pulled over - first time was the first week I had my license for running a red light.
 
14, three blocks away from home, no licence, registration, safty inspection, lights, on a fifty dollar motorcycle, officer asked me if my parents were home, i said no, should have said yes, [could have pushed it home with them following me] got towed, had to pay pound fee to get out, court cost, ticket,,boy a fifty dollar bike cost over three hundred....
 
We had it happen 30 miles from here, A__h___ didn t chain his trailer killed a 12 year old that was sitting in the back seat of a Caddy two years ago.
 
I think I got you all beat!!!........I was in the 5th grade!!!.......seems I came out the "other" door to this downtown store and hopped on the RED bicycle with wire basket. Rode home to the end of the pavement and then down the dusty gravel lane where I got the dickens scared outta me. I had a "ticket" to go back to town to the POLICE STATION!!!.......seems the OTHER door also had a RED bicycle with wire basket parked next to it. And it belonged to the son of one of the police officers. Since the town required "license plates"; it was no big deal to find out where I was supposed to be living........I did gitt the mandatory "talking to" from BOTH the Police Officer and MY STERN DAD 'cuz the cops scared the 'ell outta my Mother
 
Passed a guy around a curve like we were Cale Yarborough and Junior Johnson running moonshine out of the hills of South Carolina on U.S.12 in White Pigeon, MI. after we both blew the stop sign doing at least 70. I was 18, have no idea how old the other guy was. State Trooper passed him, pulled me over. Then the other guy passed by us both, so the trooper left me to go stop him down the road around a big blind curve. I proceded forward and passed a side road that I could have easily taken, a turn here, a turn there, here a turn, there a turn, everywhere a turn, turn, and been gone. But nooooooo. Like a moron, I passed that turn off, drove down the road, rounded that big blind curve, and the trooper signalled me over. He asked me, "Didn't you see me? I was right there off the side of the road at the stop sign you went through. Didn't see me?". That was a stupid question. Had I seen him, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now.

Mark
 
In 1969 driving my 59 Chevy down a one way street the wrong way. The cop just asked who I was, and if I'd been drinking. He asked me where I lived and when I told him he started in about how he'd hauled corn for my neighbor and who used to live where in my neighborhood. All this time everyone who knew me drove by and saw the cop car behind mine with the flashing lights and the cop talking to me. They'd make a round around the block to come by again. When he was done reminicing he let me go without even a warning. By then everyone in town knew I'd been stopped and wanted to know why. Had to live that one down for awhile. Jim
 
I was probably23-24 when me and my brothers got pulled over on a sunday morning about 9am . we
were towing home a CedarRapids gravel crusher. I was towing it with a new Chevy dump truck . We were following it with another dump and on the steeper hills we would hook it on the back of the crusher to better control the push on the towing truck . Anyway the officer say we had multiple violations . well it didnt take long before i sensed a bit of attitude and of course I challenged his charges , his first one was heigth. I got the ruler from the truck , and unfortunately for me when we measured it ,it was
1 1/2" over te limit , then he went to over width
and tho it was 9 1/2' wide on the hopper bin I argue that it was above the 8' limit then you can be wider . Then he started on the safety issues. He was going to draw it to the impound yard which was 25 miles away , Thats when i asked him how crazy he was when I only had 2 miles to go to get home . He got in his car and sped off , I waited about two minutes and finished going home. never encountered that officer again for 10 years. but thats anonother whole story.
 
I was 15.
I took the JD two cylinder down to pull my sister and one of her friends
out of a ditch when her friend lost control and ran off the road.
I never heard a word from the police after the initial stop, but my dad (who
owned the tractor) got a ticket for "leaving the scene of an accident".
He never said much either, other than he would have done the same.
No one was hurt, and the car only had a cracked turn signal lens, so I
never saw the point in giving anyone a ticket.
 
Was just out of high school, Saturday night, no date, 12:30 at night, crusing in my 55 chev, went to this one horse town. My grandparents lived about a mile outside of town so heard dad talk about the town constable, so new his name. Went through town and turned around at the cemetery and come back through. He pulls me over with his own car with a bubble light he puts on the dash. Walks up to me asks to see my drivers license. About that time bang his car rolls into mine. We checked for damages and I went on my way.
 
I did get a few speeding tickets as a young man. Before I started driving cars I had a ring side seat to a traffic stop that I still chuckle about.

Our farm overlooked a small river valley with an intersection of two gravel roads at the bottom of the valley. The cross road had stop signs. Visibility at the intersection was fantastic, between 3/8 to 5/8 mile up hill in all four directions. When there was no other traffic in sight, many people on the cross road just slowed down enough to bounce over the chuck holes in front of the stop signs and drive on through without stopping. We had a field drive at the top of our hill where a rookie deputy sheriff liked to park and watch for people running the stop signs.

Towards dusk one October afternoon I noticed a neighbor from the next mile over on down on the cross road driving a tractor and two wagons from his brother's place to his home place. A few minutes later the brother comes over the hill with another tractor, what looked like a brand shiney new red and white IH234 mounted picker, lights on, flashers flashing, with a third wagon in tow. At the intersection the brother only slows down and drives through the stop sign without stopping.

Within seconds sirens blared out and a bright sublime green Dodge Superbee patrol car comes tearing down the hill with it's light bar all lit up. It slides around the corner at the intersection and catches up with the offending corn picker within seconds.

I knew the brother and he was not someone I'd want to mess with. Well, the patrol car catches up with the corn picker and the corn picker just keeps going. The patrol car starts weaving back and forth behind the corn picker, sirens and light bar on, flashing headlights and blasting an air horn trying to get the driver's attention. The brother just looks straight ahead and keeps on driving. Those two bright vehicles moving slow with all their noise, dust, lights and flashers made quite a sight. This goes on for about 1/4 mile before the partol car passes the corn picker and blocks the road to finally stop the picker.

I watched for a few more minutes before I had to go in the barn and feed hay to the cattle. As dad and I cleaned up for supper I told dad the story. It seemed like a lot of fuss for just a slow corn picker. I never heard the result of the traffic stop but I think dad and the brother had a good laugh at that evening's men's church meeting.

Fourty years later that intersection still has those two stop signs, I don't know why they were never replaced with yield signs.
 
Not my story, but have a good friend, fellow Army officer, took his wife and two young daughters to a Friends church retreat weekend in Northern Iowa. While there sent his oldest daughter, 16 years old with a new license, into town in the family Buick to get some ice cream. Cute little thing, print dress, hair tucked up modestly under her bonnet, a modern-day Laura Ingalls-wilder. Couple weeks later her dad gets the ticket in the mail-98 in a 55.
 
16 '56 Ford

Me and three or four of my no account buddies got tangled up with the law early one morning, and had to go in to see the States attorney. My dad was dead, and I thought it would be good to keep this infraction from my mother, not because she was frail, but because I knew she'd beat the snot outa me. I soon had the states attorney convinced of my mother's frail condition, and of her being a recent heartbroken widow. The sheriff came in and the states attorney told him that he had called the parents of all of us, well, except for this one young man with the sick widowed mother. The sheriff looked at me real hard and asked my name. The states attorney told him, and then the sheriff asked if Mom's name was Irene. I said yeah, and the sheriff bellowed, "Hell, I know her and she's healthy as a horse!", and grabbed the phone and started dialing. Things went even further downhill from there.
 
Jay, it happens. A few years ago an implement trailer came loose when the pickup was crossing a bridge near us, no safety chains in use. Two approaching bicycle riders paid with their lives when the trailer tried to pass the truck.
There are plenty of reasons why such laws are in the books.
LA in WI
 
the first one i got was a multiple violation, i was about 23, bought myself, [ i was making payments on] a 1968 z-28 camaro, there were 2 bars about 100 yds apart in the town up the road, the bet with my buddy was that the z could smoke the tires for the entire distance between the 2 bars, it did, unfortunately neither or us had the brains to go up to the next road and see if the cop was sitting there watching for drunks to pinch, he was... got nailed for noise, the z was running straight off the headers that night, reckless driving, for the burnout, they tried speeding too but i got that one thrown out, the other 2 were over 250 bucks and that was in the late 70's i was was making a buck ten per hour, so that was a big hit
 
I ran into Barney Fife at 15.Moving a tractor across the road. From one field to another.Told me I was an under age driver with no license.Told Dad if I paid the fine to him I could avoid court.Dad went to the judge and told him what happened. Dragging a scared kid with him. Just knew I was going to jail. Judge threw out the ticket and fired Barney. Seems he had pulled this on several people moving farm equipment.
 
First time I was 18 or 19. Decided to do a few donuts on a lightly traveled road with a 70 Mercury. Just my luck a town cop comes through then. He checked things out, chewed me out and let me go. Second time was a few years later, got pulled over by a village cop on foot patrol while waiting at a red light. (Yes, I was pulled over by a foot cop) Gave me a ticket for a bad tail light.
 
Not sure how old I was, somewhere between 16 and 18, and driving a Corvair. Got pulled over by a motorcycle cop.

I knew mom would kill me, so I told my dad. He went to traffic court with me and got the fine reduced to $5.00.
 
I was 19, in my second year at an ag technical school. I was coming home bringing my little 90 cc Yamaha home from school strapped to the car bumper ('66 Plymouth Belvedere II). Was going through a small town with a 35 mph limit and saw the sheriff sitting at the church at the top of the hill. I was going the speed limit until I got down over the hill and sped up about a half mile from the edge of town and the 55 mph sign. I guess I didn't think he could see me. He clocked me going 50 in a 35 and wrote the ticket. I was scared that he stopped me for the motorcycle on the back and that I'd have to take if off and leave it there, but didn't say a word about it. Went on down the road, the county seat was on the way and luckily had enough cash on me to pay the fine right then and went on home. Never told a soul about it, especially my father who was a police officer.
 
First time was fall of '92, heading back to tech school on a Sunday afternoon. 65 in a 55, met a cop heading the other direction. Flipped his lights on, so I just pulled over and waited. Just a warning for that one.
 
Mine came from an accident. Age 16, 1965, picking up hay in a field and hauling it home. Turning left into the hay field- it was a tight turn, and I pulled partially off the highway to the right to get a bigger turning radius. Lady thought I was pulling off the road, so went around me- I managed to destroy both passenger side doors on a '57 Olds 4 door hardtop. I was driving a '47 Cornbinder- K5 or K7 rings a bell.

State cop gave me a ticket for "failure to yield right of way", or some such. I said I was signalling, but he said I should have checked rear view mirror- her car was a lot easier to see than my little tail light. Can't say as I disagreed with him.

Went to Juvenile Court with my parents- which was just the judge's chambers. He said I apparently had made a pretty good impression- he had letters from both the victim, and from the cop, both saying I was a good kid and recommending leniency. He said he had to do some kind of punishment, so he restricted my "pleasure driving" for 10 days. I could still go to work, just don't do any pleasure driving. "But I don't expect stopping off for an ice cream on your way home after a hard day would be out of line."

Dad had dropped insurance on the rig, so we were on our nickel. We found and removed 2 doors in a junkyard, took them to the bodyman, who straightened the post and painted it. About 200 bucks, as I recall. Woman I ran into owned a popular restaurant here locally, and we have laughed over it for 40 years or so.
 
(quoted from post at 21:22:03 02/19/13) Not my first or really mine but classic ! Buddy and I were going from DesMoines to Lacrosse Wi.
He had a 70 Plymouth Super Bird . The big wing on the back. We had put in 3.23 gear and slapped a dual quad set up on the 440 . I know ,,I know ,,ruining a collectable $$$ car ,as if we knew better back then. Anywho,we were tooling along hwy 20 outside Iowa Falls,,fresh blacktop, cooler full off beer in the back tunes cranked . He decided to wind er up a few notches. Those winged cars handled better the faster they went . At around the 140 - 145 mark on the speedo I noticed a pair of brake lights headed other way , sure enough he turned around a hit the cherries . Well ,,at 145 mph you don"t just stop! Put er in neutral and coasted ,and coasted . Finally pulled obver and were waiting when officer friendly caught up several minutes later. He came running up to the car panting . He blurted out "Is thisa Plymouth Superbird?" Buddy says yes sir . cop says " this is THE coolest car I ever pulled over ,Do you let your buddy drive?" My buddy says ,"yep all the time " cop says " Good ,cuz your going to jail !" So ,,I follow them into town , all the local kids were dragging the main as it was close to midnight. We pull into police station,cop runs in and is followed back out by a whole slew of police officers , sheriffs, highway patrol , you name it . It must have been card night ?lol . One highway patrol guy was drooling , asked why we let him catch us ? I told him we didn"t really know the roads around here and well,,,you guys have radios ya know! He chuckled and said it would have been the most excitment they"d ever had round there,kinda like smokey and the Bandit. He had me open the hood and gave er a good looking over.
Well ,I figured I"d better go attend to my buddy inside. They were all laughing and joking having a good time. Said they had to get the judge on the phone . Officer come out and tells us " Judge says it"ll be $200 cash " I got wallet out and started counting out the fine. Laid it on the desk and asked for receipt. Officer looked me in the eyeand asked "Do you really want one ?" Umm no ,,not really I guess . No ticket, no paper, guess it went to the beer fund or some sort of widows fund ? lol Well we load up get ready to head out, one cop comes over and starts telling us the best roads to take on the rest of our trip . We thanked him shook his hand ,left town and took exactly the opposite roads he suggested. Pretty sure they had radio"d every buddy they had about us . They never checked us for booze or looked in the cooler , whew ! Fun trip ,back in the good old days !
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Funny.

Did you ever write letters to Penthouse?
 
Couple neighbor kids recently decided to run into town for supper. The one with his school permit drove and decided to run down to the highway instead of staying on county roads. They had the following conversation:

Hey dumb***, you might want to slow down (doing 80 in a 65)

Hey dumb***, you might want to pull over for those flashing lights

Hey dumb***, you might want to put your seatbelt on

So he pulls his seatbelt waaayyy out and clicks it in, instead of pulling it down over his shoulder.

He got to keep his school permit, but got a couple fines and probation.
 
I guess I was about 16 and was driving a '77 Chrysler station wagon with a 440. School let out early due to 4 inches of fresh snow with more on the way. Me and the neighbor kid are going down a city street and see a school bus ahead letting off some kids. Well, I begin to slow down, but not enough. Then a bit of panic set in and I romped the brakes. Needless to say, my front bumper made good, solid contact with the back end of the bus-the very bus I would have been on had I not been driving.

The cop asked me how fast I was driving. I knew the speed limit, so that's what I told him. He said it was too fast andthat I should slow down on slick roads. Luckily, I knew enough to keep my mouth shut, but my thought was, "well, I was actually doing 5 over,but that is slow compared to how I normally drive this street."

Oh, and the neighbor kid decided to get on the bus instead of riding on home with me.
 
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