first traffic offense

pete black

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so from first vehicle to first ticket. drag racing, if it could be called that, on the edge of downtown. dad's old 1953 chevy. remember today at age 16 sitting in the police car while he wrote the ticket. boy was that 15 dollars hard to come by.
 
Got a ticket for "loud exhaust" driving my parents Pontiac 2+2.
Typical NYS trooper, wanted me to rev engine, which I did lightly . Apparently that wasn't good enough for him so he gave me a ticket. Went to JP court, ticket got tossed as car had just passed NYS inspection 2 days earlier.
 
I think I was 19. Got a ticket driving the milk truck. Danged blasted Chevy C50 with a vacuum brake booster. The brakes got out of adjustment and hard pedaled on me. I rear ended a pickup. The cop called a wrecker and impounded the truck,loaded. I had two stops left to pick up. I got a ticket for no chauffeurs license and defective equipment. I asked the cop how I was supposed to get home. He said "you've got a thumb don't you?". I rode out to the main road with the wrecker,but he was going the other way,so I walked to a house and called home.
 
Way back before going into the Army I had a pretty hot 59 Pontiac 2 dr. I was quite a driver and I don't remember if it was speeding or reckless driving, but I had to go to court and I bought the Judge a new desk, chair, and hammer. Slowed me down some, I also remember I didn't think that old Cop would drive that fast to chase me down!! He had a 65 Olds with a 425, I did finally give it up and pulled over or it would not have ended good.
 
At 16 I got my first "exhibitionist driving " ticket in my small local town. It had nothing to do with nudity or trench coats , it was for showing off with my muscle car at the time. lol
 
When I was a kid in the sixties. Loud exhaust. Would get you a ticket in Denton Texas real quick.Irving and Arlington cops back then would nail you for anything they could make up.
 
53 Pontiac trying to outrun a city cop. Then I waited at county line for him to tell him he was out of his jurisdiction. Silly old fool continued writing but informed me that he had never lost sight of me. My greatest lesson was not to believe the self appointed lawyers who gathered at the hang-out places who told me of outrunning until crossed county line. Good investment started saving money on tires. $1.00 city judge, $1.00 city police. $10,00 State
 
First and only ticket, including warning tickets, is when my son, who was right at the line of having to be in a carseat, decided to unlock it and get out just as a state trooper was passing. I was pulling into the grocery store when it happened. Had to go to court to get him to lower it, but the judge believed me that he could get out, and dismissed it. The next week, my son was big enough to put in a booster seat.
 
Wrong way on a one way.

Real tight back roads in the city where I had never been -

made a turn - THEN noticed the one way sign.

just 20' down the I road pulled into a vacant lot to turn around.

Cop pulled in after me.

Tried to explain it was just an honest mistake, I didn't see the sign till it was too late, and couldn't back up with the cars behind me - and I was just turning back around.

He handed me the ticket telling me the trick is to see the signs first.

Kinda lost some respect for the law at that moment.

Yeah I was in the wrong - but you're really going to make a kid pay a fine for that?
 
Age 16, hauling hay with a 1947 Cornbinder in 1965. Turning left off the highway into the field, didn't see that pesky '57 Olds 4 door hardtop passing me, caved in both passenger side doors.

Since I was a juvenile, had to go before the juvie judge. Parents went with me. He said both the state cop and the victim had sent letters urging leniency (nice kid, good to see a kid working, etc.). Judge restricted my "pleasure driving" for 2 weeks- could still drive to work, said he, and "I guess it would be OK if you stopped off for a milk shake. But no trips for pleasure only." Dad and I found an Olds in a junkyard with two good doors, had a body shop fix the car, it was a couple hundred bucks, IIRC.

Victim and her husband owned a local eatery for many years, and one of the little girls in the car works for District Court- we still laugh about it from time to time.
 
When I was about 17, I got my first ticket. It was for reckless driving and illegal muffler!
I had to pay the ticket, with my allowance money--don't remember the amount?
It was a valuable lesson because my dad did as he said he would.
When I got my drivers license, my dad told me that he would help keep my car running, and pay insurance. If I got a ticket--I would pay the fine, and if I spun the tires off, car would be parked until I replaced with safe tires. If insurance was increased because of accident that was my fault or because of traffic tickets--I would pay the increase!
I thought, at the time, that is unfair! But I gave my three kids the same warning!
It worked.
 
At beach town ,in summer of 1967,was charged with Walking under the influence, in an attempt to CRAWL,
I think when I bent over to go under a red light I tipped them off.
$37.50, and overnight in the cooler.
 
Probably wasn't too hard to outrun those Bollinger County deputies back in the day when they provided their own cop cars. I remember when the Cape County deputies drove their own cars and got paid mileage.
 
Speeding in my 69 nova ss,I was trying to run down a guy in a mustang with a big mouth. Never did get to race him.
Ron
 
First ticket was for traveling on U S Rt.20 in Ill with a farm tractor with out a red flag on it. That was required in the early 60 s in Ill.
Do not remember what the fine was. clint
 
Growing up in a small town, everybody knew everybody. If we were seen doing something, they'd tell us to cut it out or they'd go by to see our folks.
Only citation:
Behind a car with no brake lights on a rainy Friday night in heavy traffic. Guy ran up behind the one in front of him and stopped. Didn't see him stop in time and rear ended him. Somehow totalled an Opel Wagon and only broke the elements outta the turn signals on my Dodge Dart.
 
I got my first ticket when I was 16. I got a exhibitionist driving ticket. I had a pretty healthy running 63 Chevy Impala SS & still had smoke rolling off both rear tires when I went by our local town clown setting way back in the corner of a little gas station. If I would have known then what I know now I would have out ran him as I latter found out that I could. Thinking back wasn't it fun growing up in the days of muscle cars. I don't remember what that ticket cost me but it was worth it. Gerald
 
I was told at driving school at age 65 that 70% of the drivers [which seems high] have never had a ticket.I obviously have been a habitual violator as I have had at least 20+ tickets, no accidents, from loud mufflers[first one] to log book violations.I never got a ticket I did not deserve and warnings were appreciated.
 
I managed to raise 4 boys with only one ticket while were driving cars on my insurance. That one was forgivable. Youngest son driving in Milwaukee stopped a fast food place. Turned left on a divided street. Late at night, no traffic to give him a clue how wide that street was. He to corrected at the first opportunity, but too late. Got busted.

Areo
 
I never had ticket until I started drivng commerically. My first ticket was a 5,000 lb. overload on drive axle. The trailer was loaded by our dock workers and boss picked up fine on ticket.I was luck that I was still in state and did not have to make it legal.
 
My first one was in a 69 Super Bee which the cop didn't like how much noise we were making all night long in town. We had just pulled in. My last one was a moving ticket. 96 in a 55 in my 66 mustang. Its still costing me.
 
I don't really remember the first one as there have been a hand full over the years. That's not to say I was ever in danger of losing my license. I had a few warnings first so I'm sure I have it coming when I eventually did get the first ticket. The one that stands out is, we were headed to the movies last in a line of about 20 cars and not minding speed, just going with the flow of traffic. Cop saw a bunch of kids( not sure how old but not 21 yet) & took advantage of easy pickin's! Lesson learned. I can say the tickets to being stopped ratio is about 25% so not as bad as it could be. My friendly personality I guess!
 
I had a few lectures by sheriff and small town cops but didn't start down my life of crime until I moved to Dallas at 17. I worked at a downtown hotel where I got off when patrons finished partying between 1am and 3am. I didn't know permission to search a car could be refused so I obliged when asked. Went to jail 4 times in 3 years. Twice for possessing large amount of coins(tips),once for carrying enough fishing tackle for 3 people ( me and 2 older brothers),once for having two spare tires,one with size and bolt pattern that didn't fit my car(brother's spare I had picked up from service station for him). Spent the night in jail each time while cops "investigated". Phone call to employer would have cleared me twice,offered to describe every fishing lure in each of three boxes as well as where most where located in box,yellow crayon on tire plus call to brother would be good enough for most people. Needless to say,I lost all respect for law enforcment which prevails today. Anyone believe I can win a lawsuit 50 years later aledging descrimination and harrasment because I was Protestant? Straight? White? Male?
Oh yea,first ticket? 5 years ago for speeding in Crowell Tx,population 928,land so flat and bare I could see the car sitting on shoulder for 3 miles. I thought it was a stranded motorist when an arm from driver's window started flagging me down. Son and grandsons had been on my case for 200 miles because of driving too slow. All were asleep when I was stopped. They are still laughing 5 years later and I'm looking for a chance to get even with them.
 
Simple speeding ticket a few months after I initially got my license, with night time privileges from taking drivers education prior to receiving my license, was a 30 mph zone on the way to work, I was under 40 mph, slipped up was not watching the speedometer in my land barge of an Impala. LOL ! Conditional license for a few months and that was that. I was never really one for obsessively speeding, like many people are because they are late, but when you drive for a living or traveled the highways working out of town, I did get a few more of those spread out over a few years, by now its been so long, at least 20 years, totally clean abstract since. Never made sense to me, if it says 65 MPH on the highway, I'm plenty happy with 70 MPH, of course other folks thinks thats a snails pace, they can have the ticket too !
 
Last year I was pulled over for 90 in a 60. I had no excuse - just had some where to go and hadn't realized my wife's minivan could hit it so easily. The total ticket price was $105 - I thought was down right affordable considering he legally could have hauled me in for more than 20 MPH over.
 
The most BS ticket I ever got was an exhibition of excelleration - with a Buick Regal with a V6 diesel engine. The car couldn't break traction - let alone make an exhibition of it. Kind wish I had the car and engine back. The 4.3 diesels are extremely rare and that one ran pretty good.
 
We had a big flood Halloween eve - creek got up 41 feet and overtopped the county road bridges on 2 of the 3 ways out. Like every time it floods, I and other neighbors drove around the barricades to go see the spectacle. Just after I passed the barricades I spotted the 2 deputies on motorcycles. OOPS. Just got a warning, the real ticket is $500. Even the lady on a bicycle got written up! Never too old to learn.
 
My first was a warning ticket for speed in Greensburg, IN. Entering town on SR 46 and didn't slow down as fast as the speed limit dropped (55, 45, 35). Was driving a 1978 Chevette with the 4 cylinder, so it wasn't all that fast. Was on my way to an optometrist appointment, must have been local enough.

My dad had some interesting stories about outrunning the cops in Greensburg. That was after his discharge from the USN, he had more horsepower than I have ever had. The cops knew who they were chasing (guys from Clarksburg with loud mufflers), as long as they left town the cops were satisfied.

My last ticket was in Cincinnati for following too close. A drunk walked out in front of the woman in front of me, she hit her brakes and I almost stopped in time, barely bumping her. The Cincinnati officer who gave me the ticket said if I wanted to fight it he who would testify in my defense. I paid it because taking time off work would cost as much as the ticket, and, technically it was correct. If you can't stop in time you are following too close. What really burnt was I was not in a hurry that day, or I would have been in a different lane passing and it wouldn't have happened. The lady I bumped worked for the same company as I did, different floor. Never did hear anything from insurance about that one, her bumper was already damaged from a previous accident so I guess there was no claim.
 
The first (an only) ticket that I going to get was when I turned off a dry street onto a side street where a water main had broken and the side street was a sheet of ice. My car bumped into a car waiting to leave the side street. Cop came, had us fill out accident report and exchange insurance info.

Cop told me that he was going to give me a ticket for not having my vehicle under control. The other driver said it wasn't really my fault because of all the ice from the broken main. Cop got out of his car to put damage stickers on both vehicles - and slipped and fell hard on his butt.

He came back to the car and said that we could both leave; never said anything more about giving me a ticket. The next day the city had all kinds of equipment on that street removing the ice!
 
Speeding. I had a 71 Chevy C10 that was "tweeked" a bit. The speedometer had passed 100 and was back to 5mph. I had just passed a Roadrunner. The state cop was a friend of Dad's and gave me a ticket for doing 69 in a 55. Two weeks later he caught me doing 62 in a 55. He told me he would have let it slide if it hadn't been for the previous ticket. Seems like the tickets were about $25.
 
Been through Crowell many times. Always thought that the roads around there. Would make great airports or drag strips.
 
No I am in Centerville about 120 miles north of Houston. Lived in Southlake back then. When city hall was part of the gas station and post office.
 
I'd been quite fortunate over the years, until Kentucky passed mandatory seat belts as a stoppable offense. Before that, a handful of courtesy notices for such gross criminal conduct as speeding, headlight out, etc. I did have one improper passing that was dismissed before trial because the no passing zone sign was legible, and didnt match the almost illegible double yellow line by over a half mile.

Now that its a crime to not wear a seatbelt I'm a regular purchaser of the 25.00 'no seat belt permit'. Irony is, I wore one all the time up until the day I 'had' to.
 
(quoted from post at 19:09:40 01/16/14) I'd been quite fortunate over the years, until Kentucky passed mandatory seat belts as a stoppable offense. Before that, a handful of courtesy notices for such gross criminal conduct as speeding, headlight out, etc. I did have one improper passing that was dismissed before trial because the no passing zone sign was legible, and didnt match the almost illegible double yellow line by over a half mile.

Now that its a crime to not wear a seatbelt I'm a regular purchaser of the 25.00 'no seat belt permit'. Irony is, I wore one all the time up until the day I 'had' to.

I've purchased 2 of those seatbelt taxes. One in Mississippi and one in Arkansas. In Arkansas the fine depends on the location. It can be anywhere from $35 to $100 in my county.
 
wifey had seatbelt bukled and put the shoulder strp under her arm.. mr cop gave her a tiket for improper use,... wth ,,.rarely bother with them , unless the rds are wet and or slik ,,and a lot of damfools drivin likehale to get there and makin me nervous be their stupid actions ,,..most time in cop country I set the strap over my shoulder,, just don't never let bukle show
 
My first ticket went to my dad,
because I was too young to get one!
A family member slid off the road into the ditch.
I took dad's tractor down and had just pulled them
out when the police showed up.
Dad got a ticket for "leaving the scene of an accident".
I have no idea what it cost back then.
I do remember that he wasn't mad.
Said he would have done the same.
 
Crusin around one Saturday night and went through this little town and the night cop stopped me. He just wanted to see who I was. While he was checking my drivers license his car rolled in to the back of mine. Grandparents lived a mile out of town so I knew the cop.
 
First was given to Mom for letting me on the Honda 90,I was 14. I made it to 17 for the first speeding ticket.
 
Got my first in my 55 Chevy wagon headed down I-77, just the other side of Rock Hill, SC. Officer was nice enough to only give me a ticket for 5 over even though I was going around 65 in a 55 zone because I swore up and down I was in a 65 zone. Unfortunately the 65 zone didn"t start for another mile.......Fortunately he just caught me coasting as I had been running over 110 and had backed off and hadn"t had my foot on the gas pedal for a mile, or more, when I passed him.

Funny thing about the whole incident was that in all of my bi-weekend trips home from Charleston nobody ever spoke of me getting a ticket until that weekend. Thing is that weekend everyone I knew warned me about not getting one....so I did.....LOL

The next time everyone was on me to "be careful and not have a wreck"....that weekend I was towing my "55 back to VA and, long story short, my new truck ended up on it"s side, and my car on it"s top (pile of concrete in the road in a hard curve caused car tires to turn in the wrong direction). From that point on the only advice I will accept, to this day, about having a wreck, is "Remember, rubber side down, shiny side up..." Seems to have worked so far....not saying no wrecks since, just all of them caused by someone else.
 
Two tickets in 38 years, first was at Michigan State University when I was a freshman, seems I didn't know the on campus speed limit was 20 MPH so 40 was a little too fast, cost me like 80 dollars (which was a lot when you're milking the neighbors cows for $2/hour). Ticket was from the DPS (Don't Park at State), joke was it was a graduation requirement, I just completed that one a little early. Second ticket I must of been 35 or 36 it was from a THP trooper, coming back from work after a 13 hour shift I didn't realize I'd entered the "community" of Midway he busted me for 69 in a 45 and for "not being from around here boy", don't know what the ticket would of cost because the genius that wrote it summoned me to appear 10 months and 28 days BEFORE he wrote the ticket (ticket was wrote in November, arrangement would be in January, but he didn't write the next year's date on the ticket), but he did catch it and changed the summons date to the right one before he turned it in at the courthouse, the Judge threw it out, no one was ever able to explain why altering documents and presenting them to the courts as factual wasn't a felony. Joke was on the cop, he nailed three of our 7 man management team, he decided he wanted to buy a truck and haul for us and make some real money, we wouldn't give him any loads, seems our company had issues with dealing with businesses run by liars and people willing to commit forgery. Was stopped two other times, once by the Michigan State police for like 68 in a 55, but he let me off with a warning and once by the 410 CSG/SPS (410 Combat Support Group- stupid people squadron) AKA the sky cops for 24 in a 20 (I ------ them off a few days earlier when I called in a parking complaint against one of their flight chiefs), they let me off with a warning. Funniest one I almost got was at KISAFB, the officers of our squadron were having a get together at LT Dan's house, he'd complied with all requirements for guest parking in front of his quarters, about 2 hours into the shindig the SPS/Sky cops show up and are about to start writing tickets (they didn't like Lt Dan, he was the base ammunition supply officer and had butted heads with them a few times has wannabe Cops it upset them when someone told THEM what they could or couldn't do with their bullets) Or Commander quietly slipped out and unformed the young Airman writing those tickets would probably be a bad career move, he squealed that we were "Threatening him" and called his flight chief, Our Commander called the CSG commander, I hear the shift dispatch leader got a Letter of Reprimand out of the deal, which in turn caused him to do the typical cop thing and make the young Airman's life miserable. Oh well keep them fighting among themselves so they don't have as much time to mess with us.
 
1974--cost me 38 bux,, 101 mph ,,on I-64,429 marquis convertible,,quikly buried the speedometer with moreroomto spare under the pedal..so I eased off to cruise at 100 mph...that car is heavenly to hi speed cruise
 
This was Herb Westbrook in Advance. That old Pontiac was like a turtle. He was driving a 54 Ford 6 cylinder. Yes I remember later draggin' on 34 past Woodland School..
 
Only moving violation I ever got was from the MP's at MCAS Cherry Point. Had a 70 Chevelle SS. Pulled into a gap in traffic. Next thing I know the MP pulls me over and writes me for "Accelerating Too Quickly". I go to the Sgt Maj traffic court and the original charge is crossed out and it's changed to "Breaking Traction". Well, I didn't "accelerate too quickly" and I never "broke traction" but I was a 19 year old kid that didn't dare speak up to the Sgt Maj too much, but I did tell my side. He asked what kind of car I had and I told him. He said "Guilty" and that was that.

I always remembered that and took things into consideration during the 20 plus years I was a NYS Trooper. Right is right and wrong is wrong.
 
1967 for me. We would cruise the main drag of town back and forth all night lighting up our tires up at the 4 way stops. When ever we met a buddy we would honk and wave. One Saturday evening at dusk a buddy decided that flipping each other off was a much more sociable and satisfying form of a greeting. About my third pass we got pulled over by an officer and given a lecture about how we made our town look bad to transients coming through and how are town would never grow or become an All American City.
He was apparently right. If the folks that live in town now only knew that a "bird" 47 years ago made their town go bust to development.
I was running with just parking lights on so the ticket was for not having headlights on an hour before dusk.
 

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