[XutvJet]

I'll start:

On Sunday, I was traveling back to my house via the highway. It had been a really frustrating day and I needed to blow some stream off. I was on a flyover which straightened out and I had over a 1/4 mile of ramp to enter the interstate and not a car in front of me. I hammered the M2 and went from 65mph to around 105mph. I slowed down quickly to 70mph well in advance of any cars. I safely merged into traffic, used signals, etc. As I'm about 1/2 mile up the interstate, I see a HIPO Durango on the shoulder a few hundred feet in front of me. I see him release his brakes and start rolling to merge into traffic. I see him cut around traffic and start pacing me and then hits the lights to pull me over.

The officer walks up and says "Hi, the reason I pulled you over is that my helicopter got you going between 80mph and 105mph back there plus some other infractions." Just as he said that, the helicopter buzzed us. I said "That was well timed!". He chuckled and took my license. As I sat there thinking how expensive this ticket was going to be, he came back in a few minutes and said "Now I didn't witness you going that fast or all the infractions so I wrote you up for 75mph in a 65mph. Deal?". I said "Absolutely". He then said "Before you leave, this is a really nice car. I see there's a piece of road debris in front you tire. Let me get that for you."

Definitely a nice and professional officer. I was due for a ticket. It had been 19 years since my last one and I've done lots more crazy stuff than what I got caught for this time.

[zx10guy]

Similar story as yours but not mine....but my friend's. Mind you, there's no reason for him to lie about what happened to him as it's not at all in his character.

So my friend said he was flying around the highways in Arizona on one of his sport bikes. He sees something over the horizon. As he got closer, he realized it was a police road block and he knew it was for him. He slowed down and pulled over. Took his helmet off and waited for the approaching officer that had his gun drawn. They got to him and told him they've been tracking him for miles speeding along the highway. They told him to hang tight. Cop went to his cruiser and came back with a warning to hand him. As the cop walked away, he said the cop mentioned to him....BTW....the aerial unit wanted to have a message passed along to you. They said you're one of the most polite speeders they've ever chased.

Now I don't know what he said to the cops during the stop. He didn't go into a lot of detail about that. But I can believe he could have talked his way out of a bunch of tickets and possibly jail. He said he has the warning framed hanging on the wall of his office.

[afadeev]

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/pIsiOTgPMgQ

[S1nner]

A while ago I was driving to Niagara Falls on July 4th. While everyone was doing a speed limit, I was going about ~20-40 miles over it. Sure enough after a small hill I saw a state trooper - and ofc, he pulled me over.

I don't remember the exact speed etc., but I was told that since I wasn’t a New York resident, I wouldn’t be arrested and was given a ticket instead.

The mood was thinking about this ticket all the way from NY > IL lol. Once I got home I started talking to lawyers to see what my options are and those options were not cheap lol.

So I was like, let me try my luck in court. Sent the ticket back and a few weeks later received a mail notice stating that I didn't have to appear in the court. Instead, they offered me the option to pay the equivalent of two parking tickets, totaling $200 - and I was good to go

[spazzyfry123]

I've had two in my driving career. So while they're not anything great, they're my best because it's all I got!

I was in college (out of state) driving back home for a weekend. I got zapped in my Jeep (mind you, I'm being passed by soccer moms, but you can't catch all the fish I suppose) in a small, rural town in North Carolina on the highway. My Jeep had oversized tires, so I used that as my excuse that my speedometer was off. This town wasn't anywhere near home nor college, but I thought I'd try my luck in court to fight it and took the day off work and school. Had a buddy of mine at a shop write up an invoice stating he changed gearing in the Jeep so the speedo was now corrected and showed up with that to court. Surprisingly, I was the only person that showed up in decent clothes. With dozens of people in there, the judge singled me out.
"How old are you?"
"18, ma'am."
"So not only are you the youngest person in here, you're also the only one that actually made an effort in your presentation and you're polite to boot."
"I'm sure these are fine people, ma'am."
She chuckled. "That may be the case, but I want to make an effort to these "fine" (literally put up the finger air quotes) people to show how you should show up to court. Dismissed."
I had no idea what that meant and just stood there looking around.
"Honey... that means no ticket. Go home."
Got all kinds of scorned stares from the crowd as I sheepishly walked out of the courtroom. Never had the opportunity to show my speedometer correction invoice...

My other one was on my way to a Braves game years ago. Got clocked going 84 (I remember that number vividly because ≥85 = "Super Speeder" in Georgia which is a mondo fine) in a 55. I pushed back at roadside, not that I was going 84, but that the speed limit was 65, not 55. I even pointed at the back of the speed limit sign probably a half mile back that said exactly that. Cop got real rude with me and went off about how long they've been in law enforcement and to come see them in court. I went all in. I got Google Map Street View shots that I put arrows in that showed the speed limit sign in view, where the cop was positioned, where they said I was when I got zapped...the whole nine. Printed these out and brought them to court about a month or so later. Showed up and sure enough, Policeman Hugh Janus was there and smirked when we caught eyes. I raised up my Manila folder full of print outs as if to wave at him, but making sure he could see I came with ammo and his face went to confusion. Some lawyer for the county came to each person asking for pleas and making negotiations with each to speed up the process before speaking to the judge. They came to me and I briefly explained the situation, showed my print outs, and they came to the conclusion that the ticket was invalid because what I was in court for wasn't actual. They changed it to a $50 "warning", and I handed over my consolation check at the cashier window on the way out the door. I was honestly surprised it went that easy given this court visit was just to give plea, not dispute the case.

[M_Six]

About 20 years ago Wifey and I were heading to a family function in NH. I had a 2001 740iL at the time. We were heading up along the Molly Stark Trail from upstate NY into VT. We had stopped in NY for lunch and as we headed out of that small town, we came upon some nutcase woman in a Plymouth Valiant crawling along at 10-15 below the already low speed limit. Then she started giving me brake jobs. Like she saw a BMW behind her and decided to screw with me. This went on for miles as the road was twisty and there was no decent place to pass. Finally, as we headed into the hills, the road opened to two lanes so people could pass trucks. I blew past her, but she sped up as well and started tailgating me and blowing her horn. We were coming to a long right curve in the road and my Escort beeped briefly, so I stayed on the inside lane and slowed down a bit. She blew by on my left going around that corner at a good 20 over while giving me the finger and laughing at me. Then the trooper came around the corner going the other way and my Escort went to full song. He had her dead to rights. He swung a U-turn and quickly passed me and disappeared around another corner. As I rounded the corner I saw him on the side with her car in front of him. I just waved to her on the way by and off we went. Sweet justice.

[kscarrol]

It's a long story from back in my college days (the early 80's) and I was a pledge at a fraternity/sorority pajama party when we ran out of beer so I got volunteered to go get more kegs. They threw the empty kegs in the back of a brother's beat up old El Camino and sent me off. Getting to the beer place required driving down a long, dark stretch of deserted road where I realized there was no light on the speedometer so I was guessing my speed. A state trooper coming the opposite way got me on radar and quickly turned around with his lights on so I pulled over and waited. He goes through the usual, license and registration routine and says he had me doing 77 in a 55. I was 18 at the time and tried to talk my way out of it but couldn't so he goes back to his car to run my license and write up the ticket as I stand there in boxer shorts and a t-shirt with three dry kegs in the back. He comes back out and is explaining the process for paying the ticket or going to court to contest it when he stops, looks at the kegs and then back at me and asks "son, have you been drinking?" I maintained eye contact and replied "no sir!" Guess I sounded sober enough because he gave me the ticket and said "you be safe driving home". Young and dumb for sure but dodged a bullet on that one!

[2000cs]

My first ticket was when I was 16 driving a 2002tii with a friend from SF to LA. 55 MPH on I-5. Going 90, crested a hill and saw a CHP at the bottom apparently finishing up with someone else. Hit the brakes and slowed down fast, but he came right out behind me and pulled me over. Wrote me up for 72 / 55 because that was the maximum that would put me in traffic school, avoid a fine, etc. Traffic school was a hoot, taught by a different CHP officer. Learned all kinds of things that got me out of tickets in future stops.

My favorite however was driving from Detroit to LA, final stretch crossing AZ just about to the CA border on I40. Again 55 limit, going over 70 (as were most). Saw him on the other side approaching me, noted the trip recorder and slowed to 55. He turned around in the median and pulled me over less than a mile from where I saw him.
Said he followed me for 5 miles clocking my speed; I told him I saw him turn around and it was less than a mile. Asked if I was “one of those freeway lawyers”.
Officer: “Where are you heading”
Me: “California”
Officer: “Oh, the land of fruits and nuts, huh?”
Me: Yeah, you from there?
He let me go with a warning, which I tore up as soon as I was over the border.

I don’t drive as fast as I used to, and I’m a lot more respectful these days (not quite the hot-headed kid I once was). Haven’t been pulled over in a very long time, and even longer since I got a speeding ticket.

[tcphoto]

My first new car was an '86 Mustang GT, it was a blast to drive and I enjoyed rowing through the gears on the manual transmission. I took a road trip to see my family and celebrate my birthday. While going to my sister's house, I took a back road route and was probably driving more than 80MPH in a 60MPH stretch of highway. I noticed lights approaching from behind and was pulled over. The officer was pleasant, asked for my license and insurance then came back with "Happy birthday, try to keep it within the posted limit". I didn't get a ticket but it was fun driving the car on an empty highway.

[iX nOOky]

I've been let off for some pretty serious offenses, which is amazing in itself. Most I won't go into, but I had punishment coming for sure.

A few years back I decided to take my ZX-6R to work. I got stuck behind a school bus going 54 in a 55 mph zone. I could see one slow car in front of the bus. I waited until it was clear, and went around them, hitting just over 100. A cop coming perpendicular to the two-laner hit his lights and got me.

He asked me why I did that, and eventually let me go with just a verbal warning. I told him I simply wanted to get around the bus and car so I could clearly see ahead of myself. I didn't want a dead deer or racoon to pop up behind the bus and give me too little reaction time to avoid. He told me to just slow down and allow more room, and I replied that then some old lady in her silver or white RAV4 would just pull in front of me and fill the gap. I honestly said I just wanted to cruise at 63 mph free and clear and get to work. It worked, and it was true, and he even chuckled at the RAV4 comment, because there are like 7 million of them in our county alone.

[omasou]

I was riding home from college on my motorcycle and as I was passing a car, I noticed it was an unmarked car. Needless to say the officer driving waves me over.

He gets out, and walks up to me, and says...

Son we're going 80 mph and you're passing us...what's your hurry?

[vreihen16]

I was doing my driving shift in a nameless desert state out west during the Cannonball, er, I mean One Lap of America. Our team was doing a huge public awareness press campaign for an under-recognized illness all across the country during the race. We had to wait for over an hour to meet a TV news crew from ABQ, that was flying out by helicopter into the desert just to interview us and was running late. That delay put us in danger of missing the next race track's gate-in time a few states away, plus messed up our other scheduled TV/radio/newspaper interviews that day and evening.

Trying to make up some of that time, I was pushing a buck twenty plus on a two-lane road through the desert with 10+ mile visibility and not as much as a telephone pole for miles. The only vehicle on the road was a tractor-trailer coming towards us. Unfortunately, there was a nice occifer tucked in behind that truck. When the V1 started screaming, I stuffed the brakes and looked down at the 122 MPH reading on the speedo. The rear of the car started to come around from braking too hard, so I had to lift off of the brakes to get it settled and then stuffed the brakes some more. Long story short, his radar finally got a lock on me at 25+ over the speed limit...which was still fast enough for a mandatory handcuffed ride in the back of a police car in their jurisdiction.

When the nice occifer asked where we were in a hurry to get to (in a car covered with race/sponsor decals), I told him about how we had to wait for the TV news chopper all the way from ABQ and it put us behind schedule for our next press appearance. Our team's spokesperson pulled out the reporter's business card from his collection of interviews given during the race as proof of what surely sounded like a made-up story. He then started his awareness pitch for the illness that he was dying from. TL;dr we were on our way in a few minutes, no handcuffs.....

[wrickem]

I was driving down the highway in my 840 (the slow 8) cruise set at 63 in a 55, there’s always cops on that stretch and I was in no hurry.

A Subaru Outback flew around me like I was just an obstacle. We were the only ones on the highway. About a mile up I see her brake lights come on and figured there was a cop. I kept it on CC at 63

I see the cop pull out of the median and he pulls ME over.

He said he got me at 69. I said that was not true since my CC was set at 63, I’ll take a ticket for that, but I wasn’t going 69. I told him “you know what you did, you tagged that blue Subaru and you’re trying to pin it on me because I was the easier car to pull over”

There was a little back and forth about “fast car” and “cruise control going downhill” but I think after my 3rd “you know what you did” and him not denying it, he absolutely knew what he did which was bullshit … and no ticket.

[vreihen16]

Back in the late 1980's, I had to take a weekend trip from upstate NY to the midwest because my now ex-brother needed a ride home after quitting his OTR truck driver job mid-route. He warned me to keep below the speed limit through Ohio, since the troopers there are playing for keeps with speeding tickets. (Brock Yates even famously mentions that Ohio has the death penalty for speeders in his "Cannonball Run" cameo giving the drivers' meeting.) There's a reason why the radar detector was invented in Ohio.

On my way out, I was being a good boy and doing 53 MPH in a 55 zone on the Ohio Turnpike in the right lane with traffic wizzing past me. The road was three lanes in each direction, with a concrete jersey barrier on the median separating the two directions. My trusty Escort started alerting for an X-band gun far in the distance, and the signal got stronger over the next mile. Sure enough, there was a trooper driving in the opposite direction. After we passed, he slowed down to make a U-turn at a break in the jersey barrier. All of the traffic that was wizzing by me like I was standing still decided to slow down to my speed and move into the right lane with me! The trooper passed me and the other cars now in my lane, then slowed down to single me out for some quality time on the shoulder probably because I had out-of-state license plates.

There were two interesting things with the state of Ohio at the time. One was that they didn't have license reciprocity with NY, so points didn't get applied to a NY license. The second was that because there was no reciprocity, they would not issue an appearance ticket for a future court date. The options were to be handcuffed and taken to see the local magistrate on the spot leaving my car on the side of the road, or pleading guilty on the side of the road and paying the fine. Credit card payment only, no cash or checks accepted. It bears mentioning that this was the late 1980's, and this police car was probably the only one in the country equipped with a cellular-linked credit card terminal via audio modem. Can you say revenue speed trap? There is no other explanation. The ticket even said that the trooper locked my car on his antiquated X-band radar in heavy traffic over a concrete barrier while moving in the opposite direction. So, I had to plead guilty to a crime that I didn't commit, pay the fine with my Visa card, and vow to never drop anything but a deuce in Ohio (and not money) if I ever had to pass through their cesspool state again.

It is worth mentioning that I have actually driven along the north side of Lake Erie through Canada to avoid traversing Ohio on several trips west ever since this. Never had a problem with OPP.....




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[Llarry]

I've had more than my share of speeding tickets over the years, but this is one that I got out of. On July 4 of 2010, I was driving from W. Oregon to Utah down the middle of Oregon on two-lanes to attend my mother-in-law's 90th birthday party in Ogden UT and was really moving in my E46 M3. Speed limit 55 mph and I was doing 85 if memory serves in a rural area.

I got caught by a county sheriff going the opposite direction and as soon as I passed him, I saw his brake lights come on to turn around and get me. For the past 30-plus years, if stopped I always slip my military ID behind my drivers' license when presenting it to the officer. The ID card works wonders.

The sheriff's deputy takes my cards back to the patrol car and returns a minute or two later and hands them back to me. "Given that you are retired miliary and it is the Fourth of July and all, I'm letting you go. But keep your speed down. 70-75 mph is OK. Have a safe journey."

That was the first and only time that a LEO essentially gave me permission to speed!

[wrickem]

vreihen16 - he knows what he did!

[2000cs]

Here’s a not speeding story, in spite of my intention:

Driving west in KS, I-70. West of Topeka a state patrol car pulls out and drives nearly 200 miles west at 55 (that was the limit), straddling both lanes and occasionally weaving lane-to-lane. Huge backup behind us (I was near the front of the line). Seemed really unsafe to me given the backup and likely driver frustration.

It’s amazing how one action, like that, can taint my desire to drive through or spend money in a state for over 40 years! I have been back to KS, but usually avoid it.

[vreihen16]

Originally Posted by 2000cs

Driving west in KS, I-70. West of Topeka a state patrol car pulls out and drives nearly 200 miles west at 55 (that was the limit), straddling both lanes and occasionally weaving lane-to-lane. Huge backup behind us (I was near the front of the line).

One of my now-dead racing buddies was "on the job" with a gold shield from NY state, and was driving west on I-70 between KC and Topeka. The posted speed limit was 75 MPH by then, and he was probably 10-15 over. A trooper pulled him over, despite his Fraternal Order of Police "get out of jail free" custom group NY license plates.

My buddy flashed his gold-plated tin at the trooper, who told him to put it away and get his license, registration, and insurance card out. He was floored when the trooper returned his documents a few minutes later...along with a speeding ticket for the actual speed that he was doing. He reminded the trooper that he was also a cop, and the trooper told him that he wasn't going to cut him one inch of slack because someone who is "on the job" should know better than to speed!

I have no idea who that Kansas trooper was, but he is my hero for doing the right thing.....

[erickonphoenix]

This little fumble only cost me $1,000 and six month probation.

[Watching The World Burn]

Originally Posted by Llarry

The sheriff's deputy takes my cards back to the patrol car and returns a minute or two later and hands them back to me. "Given that you are retired miliary and it is the Fourth of July and all, I'm letting you go. But keep your speed down. 70-75 mph is OK. Have a safe journey."

That was the first and only time that a LEO essentially gave me permission to speed!

Somewhat similar to your last point - keep in mind I'm in Canada so this is in KM/H, not MPH.

Driving down a country road (mostly farms, not a ton of houses) going about 115 - 120 km/h in an 80 and I saw about a kilometre off this car heading towards me which I couldn't identify at that distance, but the light signature looked suspicious enough that I hammered the brakes to bring me down to about 90. Still speeding a little, but not bad. As the distance closes I see its an unmarked car and as I pass, I see his brakes go on and the u-turn begin to happen, so I know he's just real eager to share the good news with me. I pulled myself over (since I had just crested a hill and couldn't see him anymore) and waited for him.

He walks up, looks at me and my license, then says he thinks he recognizes me from walking my dog along a nearby road which was true. Then he says he was pretty impressed that I saw him so far off because he got me at 110, but he saw me hammer the brakes. Wasn't sure whether it was going to be better to acknowledge I was aware of my surroundings and implicitly agree I was speeding or to keep my mouth shut, but I think I might have nodded or more likely than not, I probably grinned stupidly in the absence of any decision on my end as to which way was better for me.

Anyways, similar to you, he just gave me a verbal warning and told me to keep it at 100 or below for the road. First time for me I've been given permission to speed as well.

[Reborn_]

Almost all of my 5 or 6 speeding tickets have involved the officer giving me a ticket for a lower speed than what they knew, and I agreed, I was doing. The implication is a lower fine, so it's a really nice gesture on their part. The only one I remember the details of:

I was in college driving home near midnight from school so the roads were empty. I decided to pin it in my catless, very loud RSX and redlined 3rd, which I knew meant 95mph. I let off there, and a couple seconds later got lit up. The speed limit on the road was 60mph, so in commiefornia, I was potentially facing going to jail.

The officer was nice, cordial, asked me the usual stuff and when he realized I was just a young college kid heading home (and likely late at school studying with the backpack on the passenger seat), he cut me a break.

I still remember his exact words: "I'm going to issue you a ticket for 79mph; that will give you a significant break in the fine. I know you were going faster than that because I could still hear you accelerating." It's important to note that this was also in the era of cracking down on 'tuner cars' post F&F1, and he didn't give me any shit about my car which was highly modded. Being polite and acknowledging your mistakes has done well for me with speeding.

[3.0L]

Circa 1954, dad pulled over by trooper after hauling ass across Arizona
desert in his flathead V-8 1949 Ford:

Officer: “Do you know how fast you were going?”

Dad: “What’s the speed limit?”

Officer: “65.”

Dad: “That’s how fast I was going.”

Me: “Is that a real gun, daddy?”