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Going for walks, seeing some cool cars.

My one and only speeding ticket was in 1986. After an argument with my now ex, I was driving the Camaro (I still own) and was clocked at 72 in a 55 by a NY Trooper.

What happened next still pisses me off and I should have fought it, but being 19 with hair halfway down my back and driving a Camaro, I was already guilty.

So, I was pulled over on an interstate highway and stopped on an off ramp. After giving the officer my paperwork, we all observed a car coming the opposite direction trying to exit the interstate.

This individual was completely polluted, bouncing off the guard rails and whatnot.

Next thing I know, the Trooper car is next to me with the shotgun cop saying "follow us."

So now we're pursuing the drunk dude in a beat up Duster and luckily he didn't go more than a 1/2 mile before Roscoe & Enos cuffed and stuffed him. Tow truck shows up and then they come back to me saying "sorry about that, here's your ticket."

That chase could have turned south in no time and people could have been killed. Stupid me didn't pursue getting the charges thrown out and 40 years later I'm still bent out of shape over it.
So's ya know, l laughed like an idiot at "Roscoe and Enos".
 
My one and only speeding ticket was in 1986. After an argument with my now ex, I was driving the Camaro (I still own) and was clocked at 72 in a 55 by a NY Trooper.

What happened next still pisses me off and I should have fought it, but being 19 with hair halfway down my back and driving a Camaro, I was already guilty.

So, I was pulled over on an interstate highway and stopped on an off ramp. After giving the officer my paperwork, we all observed a car coming the opposite direction trying to exit the interstate.

This individual was completely polluted, bouncing off the guard rails and whatnot.

Next thing I know, the Trooper car is next to me with the shotgun cop saying "follow us."

So now we're pursuing the drunk dude in a beat up Duster and luckily he didn't go more than a 1/2 mile before Roscoe & Enos cuffed and stuffed him. Tow truck shows up and then they come back to me saying "sorry about that, here's your ticket."

That chase could have turned south in no time and people could have been killed. Stupid me didn't pursue getting the charges thrown out and 40 years later I'm still bent out of shape over it.
I've never had a moving violation, but I came close one night in Pittsburgh, when I was 18. I'd been drinking beers with a group of 4 friends and we went for a ride in my Firebird Formula350. I don't think I was drunk but I was certainly over any sane limit. We went past South Hills Mall on a 45mph 4 lane divided road that had no traffic, just gently rolling hills. This had been all farmland, some houses, so it was quiet. I got the Firebird up to 130mph to show my friends how fast it could go and we passed one car, that was doing the speed limit, like it was in reverse. A few miles later we were approaching a town so I slowed down, sign indicated there was a PA State Police Station ahead. I popped over a hill to a roadblock of PA Troopers, waving me over. Pulled over, and an unmarked PA Trooper in a Dodge with a 440 came screaming up, pulled up behind me. Guess what, it was the car I had passed! So I get out, he gets out, immediately comes over yelling at me. I play dumb easy for me) and the other Troopers open the hood of my car, feel the engine, feel the tires, look at everyone in car, stick their Smokey the Bear hats in the windows (smelling for pot). the lead trooper from the roadblock says "I don't think this is the guy. Tires are cold, engine isn't hot." I had been going so fast when I passed the unmarked, the only thing he knew was the car was red. Saved my ass. Oh, he was so pissed. Followed me for miles on the way home, nothing he could do though.

Speed I passed him, cool night, and slowing down in advance of the town, saved me. And convincing acting.
 
A few tickets were totally from me being a wise ass.


Going to the music store with guitarist bud. Speed limit is 45, but goes down to 35 when the road has apartment complexes on both sides of it.

Guitarist: "Hey man, be cool in this 35 mph zone, cops hide out in these apartment complexes."


Me: Puts the pedal to the floor


Oh, look at all the flashing lights.........


First ticket ever got. I had had my license 3, 4 months tops.
 
A few tickets were totally from me being a wise ass.


Going to the music store with guitarist bud. Speed limit is 45, but goes down to 35 when the road has apartment complexes on both sides of it.

Guitarist: "Hey man, be cool in this 35 mph zone, cops hide out in these apartment complexes."


Me: Puts the pedal to the floor


Oh, look at all the flashing lights.........


First ticket ever got. I had had my license 3, 4 months tops.
Well, never a ticket, but I had an accident pulling into our garage the first time I took my Dad's car out, first day I had my learner's permit. My brother-in-law was my passenger, serving as my "supervising" licensed driver, watching the right side as I pulled in, but failed to warn me until I hit the wall and put a nice large dent in the passenger door. I came up and told my dad, and he said "you're kidding me, right?"
 
I've never had a moving violation, but I came close one night in Pittsburgh, when I was 18. I'd been drinking beers with a group of 4 friends and we went for a ride in my Firebird Formula350. I don't think I was drunk but I was certainly over any sane limit. We went past South Hills Mall on a 45mph 4 lane divided road that had no traffic, just gently rolling hills. This had been all farmland, some houses, so it was quiet. I got the Firebird up to 130mph to show my friends how fast it could go and we passed one car, that was doing the speed limit, like it was in reverse. A few miles later we were approaching a town so I slowed down, sign indicated there was a PA State Police Station ahead. I popped over a hill to a roadblock of PA Troopers, waving me over. Pulled over, and an unmarked PA Trooper in a Dodge with a 440 came screaming up, pulled up behind me. Guess what, it was the car I had passed! So I get out, he gets out, immediately comes over yelling at me. I play dumb easy for me) and the other Troopers open the hood of my car, feel the engine, feel the tires, look at everyone in car, stick their Smokey the Bear hats in the windows (smelling for pot). the lead trooper from the roadblock says "I don't think this is the guy. Tires are cold, engine isn't hot." I had been going so fast when I passed the unmarked, the only thing he knew was the car was red. Saved my ass. Oh, he was so pissed. Followed me for miles on the way home, nothing he could do though.

Speed I passed him, cool night, and slowing down in advance of the town, saved me. And convincing acting.
My 81 Camaro tops out at 130mph, but it only takes me 10 seconds to get there.

Beyond that, my buddy's Dad was a Major in the PD department a few towns over from where we lived..... can't tell you how many tickets we got out of thanks to that.
 
My 81 Camaro tops out at 130mph, but it only takes me 10 seconds to get there.

Beyond that, my buddy's Dad was a Major in the PD department a few towns over from where we lived..... can't tell you how many tickets we got out of thanks to that.
My Firebird was a '71 with 2brl carb, only 270hp, and an automatic. Topped out at 130 but you could grow corn in the time it took to get there.
 
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My uncle had one back in the day. Underpowered, but had that cool suspension that could lift a wheel off the ground and balance on remaining 3 if you needed to change a tire.
That function saved the life of French President Charles de Gaulle.
 
Returning to seeing cool cars, I love these Austins. My girlfriend's dad had one when I was about 16 and I thought it was about the coolest car ever. Of course I was driving. My mom's Cutlads Supreme convertible, which was a rocket in its own right and was, in hindsight, also one of the coolest cars ever.

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Returning to seeing cool cars, I love these Austins. My girlfriend's dad had one when I was about 16 and I thought it was about the coolest car ever. Of course I was driving. My mom's Cutlads Supreme convertible, which was a rocket in its own right and was, in hindsight, also one of the coolest cars ever.

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My dad had one. The Overrdrive button was a feature. And now there is a pedal for that…
 
Definitely is mine. From the time I was a little kid I thought they were the most beautiful and awesome cars ever.
They were even called "Jaguar". Of course, I was a little kid and my second favorite car was the Mercury Cougar. The Cougar even had retractable headlights!
Today I wouldn't want to own an E type (and couldn't justify the expense and hassle) but I still think they are gorgeous.
I'm serious.