I've never been pulled over, and at least once I was surprised that I wasn't. It was an early morning on my way to a client over an hour away and it was still dark outside. I was going by the sport complexes in Philly on I-95. I was passing some cars and doing 70 something, which is pretty normal and won't get you pulled over in PA/NJ. Then I noticed an SUV right on my rear. They had to be within 10' of my bumper so I decided to floor it (in my old Buick, which was fairly quick). I passed 90mph in a couple seconds yet the SUV was still on my ass. I finally got around the trucks I was passing so I moved over to the right with the car behind me I swear 5 feet behind. Just then, doing well over 90, I noticed the word police written on the hood of the SUV! I coasted to 70 and he sat on my rear for about a minute. At first I thought he was going to wait until we got to an area that had a wider shoulder to pull over, but eventually he passed me. It's probably a good thing I decided to get out of the left lane and not keep the pedal to the metal. I'm thinking he may have kept on me for a minute just to run my plate. They have better things to do than pull over people with less than 3 priors in Philly lol.

Ever talk to a cop, oh man that is RICH!!! After all my tears and years I ought to not like em right? Not so-now days at me age, Truce of Flanders in place, old times Are forgotten...so we get along.

It helps to live in a small town, own a small business and know the coppers.[:)] Ticketed 2-3 times: speeding. The Man got me, Tennessee's Finest State Troopers, the ones with the Smoky the Bear hats. Those guys are bad-assed hardcores here. "I wasn't speeding officer. What about that guy who blew by me?" "Sir, you were doing 79 in a 55." "Really? I didn't know my Dodge would go that fast." "Yes sir. Please sign here. Thank you sir. Have a nice day, slow down and arrive safely." Warned once by an Officer that I went to high school with. He walks up to my window, sees me and laughs. "I can't write you a ticket; you know WAAAaaaayyy too much on me. Be careful. When's your next party?" Never ever been close to being arrested.

Saturday at the Knoxville BrewFest I casually talked to several officers. There were two female officers in attendance that were observing the well-behaved throng from where I had set my camp chair and backpack down. They were actually quite attractive. I was not buzzed just festive. They were very cool but also very observant. The Knoxville Police Dept. had strong representation at the BrewFest which was fine with me.

Numerous instances of being up close and personal with officers of the law – but two worthy of merit: 1) It was the winter months about 10 years ago and I had just closed on a house and was doing a few improvements prior to moving in, in this case caulking the windows. I had not been at it long when 4 cruisers from my local police department wheeled in front of my house and exited their vehicles with very unfriendly scowls on their faces. I was asked to put my hands in the air and produce identification – a tough demand with which to comply, but hey, I was playing ball with them. I told them my wallet was in the truck (which was adorned with all manner of home improvement supplies to include a 16-foot extension ladder on the roof rack). Now - I do have to state for the record that I was dressed in a slightly suspicious manner: old camouflage pants (because it was cold and they fit over sweat pants), a black sweat shirt and a black watch cap. After producing my driver’s license and having one of the officers run a check on me, they gave me – as Paul Harvey would say – the rest of the story: seems someone called 911 and reported a man attempting to break in a house with a gun… I had a caulking gun. None of my neighbors ever admitted to ratting me out like that, but it’s funny as hell now. 2) Two days after getting home from my first trip to Afghanistan my wife and I were taking a few days in Atlanta. I got a stopped for speeding on I-20 – for 57 in a 55! That semi-literate knuckle-dragging Neanderthal of an Alabama State Trooper, after writing such an absurd ticket, told me to “be careful and have a nice day” – what an asshole. I contested, he was a no show, I didn’t pay. I lost a lot of respect for the state troopers that day.

Never mind being arrested the real question has anyone ever done time?

Nope.

quote: Originally posted by myke Never mind being arrested the real question has anyone ever done time?

"Ever talked to a police officer? What kind of question is that? This is exactly the reason their egos are so f'ing huge. Good cops, bad cops. They're everywhere. I've mainly just seen the bad ones in action. Ticketed- twice. Both for speeding. Warned- countless times about countless things. Arrested- Never. Cuffed- twice but talked my way out of it. I've seen many other people get harassed by police way beyond what should be allowed.

Oh yeah. And two underage drinking tickets. Woop [:p]

Thankfully I never got one of those, although deserving many times. the good thing about growing up in a really small town was that the cops really knew us - but more importantly knew our folks. I was always told "you can take your ass to the house while I follow you or I'll just call your old man to come get you - your choice". The thought of the cops calling my old man to town was hateful, thus I cheerfully and willingly obliged the fine officers of the law in Small Town, Alabama.

quote: Originally posted by Phishpond417 Oh yeah. And two underage drinking tickets. Woop [:p]