In my town, I'm the only ford guy. This only ford guy drives a bright red 95 cobra with chrome 18" saleens, and an 04 sonic blue lightning. Talk about obnoxious looking vehicles to those who aren't appreciative. The cops in my small hamlet hate my GUTS. I've been pulled over and lied to about a million times. Eventually I started arguing. When I argued, I stopped getting pulled over, and they stopped writing me up. Everyone says, don't argue with them, but after a while you gotta stick up for yourself. The radar/ladar/laser gun HAS to hold old readouts as evidence. ask to see the saved readout of you speeding. If there's no evidence, legally, ANYTHING's word for word. Obviously, they'll take the cop's word over yours, but in a bigger town/city, where the cop is not BFing the judge and vice versa, you might actually be able to win. Judges like to see responsibility out of youngsters. If you're going to school, and can bring in evidence that your speedo is malfunctioning, you just might win. That effort put forth to simply show up and argue is enough for a lot of judges.
my story with the law:
I'm doing a billion miles an hour, like 135, when I see a low-slung car in the median. I slow down, see the classic LS1 camaro body, and speed up. I look again, and see a camaro SS with chrome 18s, slammed, complete with LED light rack. The damn thing had flames coming off of the "e" in "police". I do the speed limit for ten miles, with no sign of him, and punch it. I'm back to doing about 135-140 when I have to pass two eighteen wheelers in the slow lane, going around a curve. Still no sign of the 'maro cop. I slow to about 90, and negotiate the curve. I'm about to get on it again when I look up at the trucker, he looks down at me, then looks behind me. My heart sank before I even looked in my rearview. There he was, bumper to bumper with me. No BS, there was NO sign of him before that. I live in a FLAT part of the world, the aforementioned curve being the only one on that road. There was no point in wondering if he was going to pull me over, so I slowed down and headed for the shoulder. When we were down to the speed limit, he put his lights on. He yelled, asked me what I did for a living, saw my military I.D., and mentioned he was a reservist. His tone changed instantly, and he started asking me about my car. He made me pop the hood, offered to pop his, (I humored him and looked, even though I didn't care) and gave me a warning. I couldn't F#$%ing believe it. I swear on my manhood this story is true. None of my buddies believed me at the time. This was no cop package camaro, this was a friggin SS that was all tricked out. He told me he had it damn near topped out to catch me by surprise, and that sneak attacks were an old trade secret.
BE GLAD YOU'RE NOT BEING TICKETED FOR DOING 140!!!
I know it is only 1 mph but I still told him I wanted to ticket to read 11 and not 12. We argued for a while and I told him I would see him in court.I realize I let my temper get to me but he came back to my car with just a warning. Im not saying it would have happened for you but I was glad it worked.
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