Your most memorable LEO encounter, good or bad?

[Rams]

Just interested to hear your stories about getting pulled over by a LEO, Constable, Trooper or Sheriff.

Mine involved a KZ1000, a round robin men's softball tournament and needing to get back to Ft. Riley to lead the "fat boys" PT program.   Saw him top the upcoming hill, he lit me up.   I was flat on the tank and really didn't know how fast I was going but, it's safe to say I was exceeding the speed limit.

Once he got turned around and pulled up behind me, (I knew I couldn't out run his radio) he approached with his hand on his revolver and his flash light shining in my eyes.    Once he was sure my night vision was gone, he saw that I had my license out and sitting on the tank.   He looked at it for a second and said, I don't need to see that.............   My heart sank, just knew I was headed to jail.       He continued, I just wanted to see what would go that f'ing fast..............   

Told me what his radar said and we talked about the KZ for a while...   He was a twenty something deputy sheriff on the mid-night shift and just happen to love motorcycles.    His last words to me were, keep it below the speed limit going back.   He reported me as getting away.   Said every KS state Trooper and Sheriff was out looking for that black KZ.   

I don't do that kind of thing much now days.   It's too damn expensive when you don't meet the right LEO. 

I have a few other stories I could tell but, would like to hear/read yours.

[Bighead]

Topped a hill doing about 80 in a 55 when I saw an oncoming  as we passed I saw his brake lights and so I pulled over and stopped but he was already over the hill so he couldn't see me. So when he topped the hill I guesstimate runnin bout a Hunert he saw me stopped and locked his brakes and he was all over the road but did get stopped to pull in behind me. When he got out of the car he was laughing and I knew he wasn't going to write me up because he was laughing so hard he could hardly ask to see my lic. Then just told me to slow down a bit.

Got pulled over one time as a teenager doing 127 ( radar indicated ) no way he could have caught up to me he was going the opposite direction, when he hit the lights I pulled over and waited and waited, when he got to my car he said son I have already told you about racing that car a couple times. I looked straight at him with a straight face and said I wasn't racing, he said Yes you were and I replied did you see another car around me? He said NO and I said I couldn't possibly be racing myself and he just told me to slow the Hell down and I said yes sir and went on my way with no paperwork

[Oss]

Have a bunch of em...........

One hot summer night around 10 Stacy woke me up (I was sleepin in front of the TV) to tell me she wanted to go to Amy's for a sleepover

She was about 10 at the time. So altho I was just wearing flannel pj pants and a wife beater shirt I got the car keys and drove her to Amy's house.

On the way back I was speeding past the HS and blew  by the stop sign at the bottom of Underhill (which is a nice big hill) but as I passed the sign I glanced left and saw 2 LEO cars. So I stopped in the middle of the intersection counted to 2 and started up the hill.

I saw the lites come on and knew I was a gonner so after the next stop sign at the top I pulled over

The officer came next to the window

I said was it going too fast and not stopping but stopping in the middle of the intersection?

He said yes "lic and reg sir"  

I said Stacy woke me up so she could go to Amy's for a sleepover so I just got the keys and Im on the way back to bed

He looked at me in the pj's and shirt smiled and said Have a good nite

and I did

[Rams]

Got pulled over for erratic driving once, apparently I was weaving back and forth, not maintaining the posted speed and not staying precisely in my lane.   Some would call it distracted driving.    When the LEO walked up, my "rider" was just getting herself "together" but hadn't quite gotten there yet.   He looked at me who had not gotten myself back together, shined his flashlight down on my lap, went wide eyed and said, "Son, there's a park right up the road on your right, I'd recommend you go there to finish what you shouldn't be doing while you're driving."

I said, yes sir and he pointed to the road and said "Git".   I followed his instructions to the letter.   

[NewValker]

When I was 16, just got my bike licence, I had a Honda 160.
I left school and was cranking the back roads home, met a town LEO on a corner. No time to slow down so I just kept on it. I figured no way he was gonna turn around and catch me.
About a mile later he appears in my mirror...then on a short straight I hear this really loud sucking noise...(that would be a huge 4 bbl wide open) as he goes by me. Then brake lights and he slides the cruiser sideways and blocks the road. WTF!!!
I stopped just before I T-boned him. He looked really pissed as he got out. I undid the strap on my helmet and he removed it with a pretty big slap. Then something that resembled his fist hit my face, then for no reason that I could see, I was picked up and pinned against the side of his cruiser. At this point my suspicions were confirmed, he was pissed!  He did some serious screaming about speeding, running from cops, and I'm sure some other stuff.  At this time I realized that my feet were not on terra-firma, and this guy was huge. And pissed. Still...
When he was done, he told me to get out of his sight, and he better not catch me doing anything this stupid ever again.
He got in the cruiser and left me standing there catching flies.
I took the bus to school the next week, just in case he was waiting for me lol
That night, when asked about the bruise, I told my parents I had a fight at school.
To this day, I believe the punishment I received that day was more effective than a ticket and or arrest. I read him loud and clear, and was thankful for a beating instead of Dad finding out about it.
Ride Safe,
Craig

[DirtyDan]

250ish stops 13 states 2 countries

I'd bust the keyboard

Dan

[scooperhsd]

I was coming home from a latenight something related to work,  and I was having problems staying in my lane. I pulled over when the lights came on. Told him the truth, I was exhausted and heading home to bed.  He let me go and said be careful. I headed straight home (about 3.5 miles away).

[Jess from VA]

I was showing off on my 650 Lightning, leaving the girl friend's house, and spun the tire and shot gravel and fishtailed, right in front of a cop (17yo).  Doh.

I pull right over before any lights, and he asked me where's the fire (I'm getting a ticket).  

I needed an excuse badly (other than the showing off part), when out of nowhere this strange dog trots up and starts sniffing my leg.  (light bub appears)

Rubbing his ears, I say, Well sir, you see this is my girlfriend's dog, and he likes me and has chased me out of the neighborhood a couple times on my bike, and even got lost once and we had to go hunting all over for him.  So I just took off quick so he wouldn't follow me again.  

OK.  Don't do it anymore. (I'm not getting a ticket)

Yes sir, I won't.  

(liar liar pants on fire)      (improvise, adapt, overcome)

________________

Ten+ years later, I'm working my first job out of school clerking for a judge, and driving the freeway (I-75) South to visit my folks.  I'm running an old but cherry white ex-Arizona '69 Fury state police car (383 interceptor package).  At night, everyone thinks it's an unmarked, and when I get in the speed lane and flash brights, everyone gets over (zoom zoom).   I'd had a couple beers and a burger for dinner just 30 minutes earlier.  I may or may not have been .10, but I wasn't impaired, in fact (but maybe by law).  

I get pulled over for speed, and the first thing he says is, I know what you're doing acting like a cop and it pisses me off, and I smell beer on you.  (RUTRO).  I admit to one beer.  He says he does not have a breath tester on him, I should lock my car and he'll take me to the station for the test.  If I pass he'll bring me back, if not I won't be coming back.  I ask to do field sobriety tests, and he says it's not the safest thing with cars flying by, but OK.  I do them all perfectly, and he agrees, but he says he still wants to take me to the station for a a breath test.  I say I will do one more test for him, so I bend over and push up into a handstand, then walk on my hands the length of the car, then turn around and walk back, then kip up to my feet (high school gymnastics).  He says, buddy I could not do that sober or any other way, no way you could do that drunk.  And he lets me go with no ticket.  (improvise, adapt, overcome)

I'm thinking that all those people watching as they drive by are saying.... man those field sobriety tests are really getting to be a bitch.

PS, if you are ever asked to do your ABC's, DO NOT sing them..... that  is a dead giveaway you have been drinking.      

[dreamaker]

I have always treated LEO with respect, no matter what, and they always treated me the same way!

[art]

Way back in 66 I had a new Norton Atlas and was coming back from visiting my wife at her work at lunch and getting it on . Not too bad but still over the speed limit in the San Fernando Valley of Ca.  I seen a cop (get this) running out of a donut shop to get me. He had a Harley of course. I got on it and took off at wot. I must have gone 5 miles like that with no sight of that cop. I took a few rights and lefts got off the bike and went for a walk. Never did see that cop. I was very lucky.  Another time on the Norton in Hollywood on Sunset strip I was drag racing another Norton but his was a custom Dunstall and he whipped my ass. Just as we stopped a CHP pulled up and ordered me to pull over. I looked at the other guy and he said should we run or not. I thought a second or two ans said no. Thankfully. We got tickets instead of dead on the road.

[DirtyDan]

I have always treated LEO with respect, no matter what, and they always treated me the same way!

Very true

That's why I'm around to tell the story

[John Schmidt]

When I was dating my wife, at ~11:00pm I was headed home on my old Honda going down a sparsely lighted street past a local grade school. I noticed a little glint from the shadows by one of the buildings and figured it was one of the local constabulary. I wasn't speeding at the moment so stayed steady just below the limit of 25mph. When I got about a block away I watched in the mirror and sure enough, he pulled out and I spotted him as he passed under a street light with his headlights off....obviously tailing me. A block down the street was a stop sign where I turned right, so I stopped like a good citizen, turned the corner and soon as I was out of his sight....gunned it and turned off my lights. Older bikes still had a separate switch for them. I shot up about a block and hung a left at a short street that led into one of the gates to the local high school....street was maybe 30 yds. long. I remembered there was always a delivery truck parked there, a box truck big enough to hide me so I laid the bike down behind it and killed the motor, then sat on the curb waiting. Sure enough, there goes the LEO with his lights on now and roaring down the street. I could hear him running all over the residential area for the next few minutes, at one point even hit the truck with his spotlight but never saw the bike or me. Finally after about 15 minutes of this, I didn't hear them anymore so picked up the bike and got ready to leave by another route. Suddenly from the front steps of the house where the truck was parked, this male voice started to chuckle and complimented me on the smooth move, he had watched the entire thing while having a smoke. He also told me that there was two cops in that squad and they always hang out in the dark area by the grade school in hopes of getting a kid on a motorcycle. We chatted for a bit then I left for home, happy with my results. About a week later I'm sitting at a light not far from the earlier incident and who should pull up next to me....the same car with two LEOs in it. They looked at me, said something to each other then rolled down a window and asked me how I ditched them. I simply told them since they had their lights off in order to tail me, I figured turn about was fair play. No more questions then, just a couple weak chuckles and the light changed.

[Oldfishguy]

It was the summer of 1984; I was flight instructing at a local airport.  All student pilots are required to have some night flying experience and I would try to line up several in a night for my convienience.  On this night I finished my last student at about 1:30am and was alone in the locked city owned building filling out the required billing paperwork.

Standing over the dimly lit main desk focusing upon every decimal point I caught a movement in the dark,  off to the side.  Slowly, remaining ridged and  lifting my head slightly I could make out the silhouette of a large dog and a police uniform, both ridged as well.  I locked eyes with the hound and the silouttes hand, which was on his holstered weapon.  It was probably 10-15 seconds that we all stood like statues, breathless.

I'd had the normal amount of encounters with officers for a kid with a hot rod up to that point, but I learned another angle to their job at that point.

[old2soon]

Growing up in Round Lake Il. is similar I guess to growing up most anywhere cept a big city. Round Lake Heights used to be Indian Hill and at that time they had a 56 Oldsmobile Interceptor that was FAST. Ernie Kadelka was the Officer most likely to be found in he Olds interceptor. Ernie was beyond fat-he was an extra large jelly belly. He stopped me in my 54 Ford two door that had seen better days but it could break the speed limit most anywhere. And I broke the speed limit in his jurisdiction. It was night and he lit me up and I pulled over and he got on the P A and told me to come back to the Squad and I rolled down my window and told him-you gonna give me a ticket drag yer fat butt outa the squad and come up here and write it out. Went back and forth a couple times and I left. 1/4 mile and I was outa his jurisdiction and I never did get that ticket. Found out from some of my friends that I wasn't the only one that got out of tickets that way. Had to watch my Ps and Qs tho cuz a gal I was dating lived in Indian Hill. RIDE SAFE.

[SpidyJ]

Always had positive experiences even when ticketed....believe it or not.

1.) 52 in a 35 on a 2 lane blacktop in Myrtle Beach.   I saw him in the bushes as I passed him, looked at my speedo and said to myself "CHIT"....pulled over before he even emerged from his hiding spot.
He says " I am so sorry to spoil your ride on this beautiful afternoon Mr. Webb, be sure to got to court and I will make sure you only get two points and your fine will be cut in half" He seemed truly sorry...ya think?

2.) 63 in a 45 in my FRS near Myrtle Beach Airport.   Waiting at a red light on an incline.  Light turns green and I stall the little bugger.  Get pizzed at myself....start her back up and proceed to peel out and accelerate over the bypass bridge.   Black unmarked Charger now behind me lit up.  He comes up to my car laughing and says " FGS man, didn't you see me right behind you at the light?"    I say "No, sorry, I was pizzed off cause I stalled it out"  and he replies "yeah, I saw that, better practice some more with that clutch."

3.) Elizabeth NJ circa 1973.  In my '67 bug with loud header exhaust. Between 3:30 and 4 in the morning.  Going home after closing down one of our favorite watering holes.  I'm less that a mile from
home when I get lit up.  After he IDs me he says " I was following you for the last mile or two....after you blew the 5th red light I figured I better pull you over...where are you going in such a hurry?"  I  say (slur) "just home sir."  He gives me a ticket for careless driving and asks me if I can make it home alright. I tell him yes and he sends me on my way.  Shoulda gone to jail that night.

 

[Hook#3287]

Usually all good, nothing worse than a ticket.

I've told this story before but I like it.

I was pulling out of a local bike hang out and a group of HD's had just left going the same way.

I followed then out of town and when we came to a long up hill, they decided they didn't want me behind them and all downshifted and cranked it.  I did the same, only I don't remember needing to downshift.

Half way up the hill, blue lights.

I pulled right over and stopped about 50' behind the HD's and the LEO.  The officer motioned for me to come up.

I get up there and he looks at my bike and says "Is that a Valkyrie?"  Head shake.  He continues with
"I want one of those but my wife won't let me, she doesn't even like me carrying this",  he pats his holster.

Then he says,  "I can't give you a ticket anyways, because you were behind them"  he head points to the HD's "But it looked like you were gaining on them, you're free to go"

The other bikers didn't look to happy as I passed by.

[hubcapsc]

"Did you think I was running?"

"No, you were stopping at the stop signs..."

-Mike

[Hooter]

I was one for 25 years, so I have that kind of  stories. I can tell a thousands about encounters with foolish people.

[dragonslayer]

I had been at Datona for biketoberfest all day.Was raining on the way up but cleared up later.Three blocks from my house I did a Cali stop at a corner as the sky was black again and I didn't want to get wet again.Got 100 yards from corner and got lit up.Pulled over and went to get lic & reg and cop said don't need that but why did you not stop at the sign.Told him about riding in rain that morning and pointed to the sky.He said he was a biker also an wanted to know about my Valk.We talked a short time and he gave me a verbal warning.I left in a hurry and got home pulled into my carport and down it came in buckets.Thats to close.I now stop every time at that corner even when it's clear.Lesson learned.

[cookiedough]

the day I never got pulled over for the cop coming at me at the crest of the hill turned on his flashing lights as he went by me over the hill unable to turn around due to car lineup behind me that I passed going 80 in a 55, thus the reason going 80 over the hill otherwise would have been putzing doing 55.  I kept on going 80 down the hill, turning into my hometown 100 yards up the hwy. never found me.  Not so sure he even turned around or not,  never saw him, just a split second of flashing lights in my rear view mirror. 

[Jess Tolbirt]

just the other day i got pulled over for doing 93 in a 55, he asked me what my emergency was and I said i was just out cruising on this beautiful day, he told me what he clocked at and i told him thats impossible cause I have many on the Valkyrie board that will attest to the fact that my Harley wont run that fast,,he was on his police bike,, we laffed a bit and he told me to slow it down,, i did..

[baldo]

I was one for 25 years, so I have that kind of  stories. I can tell a thousands about encounters with foolish people.

You definitely have to start another thread.....

[0leman]

To set the stage of the stop.  I was a Junior in College, had a '65 for custom with small 8.  I had to make a quick run to my folks home some 70 miles away after to class.  They had left on vacation and needed some stuff done.  While I was taking care of the necessary stuff, a grass fire broke out in the neighborhood.  As a summer fire fighter I jumped in the fray.  about an hour latter, covered with smoke and dirt the fire was out.  No damage to homes/outbuilding, just burnt grass and a few trees. 

So I am covered in dirt and smelling like I sat next to a camp fire, I headed back to school.  Two things to know, OK had 50 mph nighttime speed limit on the road and there was a radical speaker speaking that night on campus (VN war period).  I ignored the first and forgot about the second.  topping a hill a little over 75 mph, I suddenly, in the dark, saw the headache lights of two SP cars light up.  I of course being sound mind and body, pulled over in front of them.  I flipped on the dome light as I looked backward in to their bright lights.  I could see one LEO coming along side and one standing at my back window with a 12 gage.   doing what I thought best I got out of the vehicle, not a bad practice back then (now I would have gotten shot).  So I am standing by car with hands raised.  they wanted the lic/res stuff.  They did notice the unusual order about me and my dirty clothes.  told them what I had been doing and was trying to get back to school to study for a test (mostly true).  Got a warning ticket.   

[Gavin_Sons]

just the other day i got pulled over for doing 93 in a 55, he asked me what my emergency was and I said i was just out cruising on this beautiful day, he told me what he clocked at and i told him thats impossible cause I have many on the Valkyrie board that will attest to the fact that my Harley wont run that fast,,he was on his police bike,, we laffed a bit and he told me to slow it down,, i did..

 

[John Schmidt]

Just recalled a good friend that used to own a Valk, is a retired Fla. trooper. He told me one of the things he used to do when on night patrol just to kill the boredom on a slow night, especially when cruising the toll roads or interstates. He would see a set of light go past his spot and obviously flying low, he'd pull out and maintain a distance so he could get a reading. Told me he could always tell if they had a detector because as soon as he turned his unit on, they'd slow down....my friend still hadn't lit him up. After a short distance he would turn it off and the driver figured he was clear and take off again. After a short time, my buddy would turn his unit on again and sure enough....the driver ahead would slow down. He'd do that 2-3 times before hitting the lights, then during conversation would tell the driver his detector is working real good....then tell him how he knew. I used to kid him about it, told him that was just plain mean but still got a good laugh out of it.

[solo1]

Here is a tale that's a little different.  Before I start, lemme say this.  I have never had a ticket since 1947.  Pulled over, yes, but no ticket.

1953.  Korea.   I was driving a deuce and a half on the way to Seoul, which I did every day, 45 miles of rough dirt roads and a speed limit of 25mph (yes, 25mph).

I was behind this papason who was piloting his oxen pulled honey wagon.  A clear spot opened up 0n the road and I shifted into 4th gear and floored the GMC straight six.  Keep in mind the top speed of the WWII 10 wheelers was only about 50mph so we are not talking scalding performance here.

However, I was doing about 35mph when I passed the first green wood box housing a 45 degree mirror. I saw it just before I saw the MP crouched holding a stop watch and two way radio.  I slowed down but passed the second green box before I lost much speed. Puzzled?  THe MP sees the truck in the first green box and times it until he sees it in the second green box. Too quick and he radios the 2nd MP down the road.

Around the next curve, the second MP motioned me to pull over.  I got a DR (delinquency report, speeding ticket in civilian parlance) which was reported back to my company commander.

I was told to report to company headquarters.  I walked in, saluted Captain Bigman, who told me two things. "You got a chickenshit DR" and, in the next breath, with a grin on his face said. "You will dig drainage ditches around the tents for the next two days."

As I said, no civilian tickets, just a military DR. (White helmeted arseholes!)

[Mobile Mayor]

Got a citation in VA, near Stanton, 85 in 65 zone.  black deputy sheriff reduced it to 5 over.  after getting my paperwork and me getting ticket, he peeled out of the stop like a bat out of hell.  I was left sitting to the side of 81 and had to wait a couple of minutes to get back on the road.  Traffic was heavy and fast.  I realized I needed gas and took the next exit, pulled in and gassed up, then I decided I needed a snack, so I went inside to get it  and found the deputy in a confrontational situational with two assholes who apparently had a problem with the lone female attendant.  Some verbal exchanges were happening, during which the deputy was call a black person.  At that point I had to get involved.  The two assholes realized that one on one was not as good as two on one, and things deescalated.  When backup arrived, and things were in control the deputy realized who I was, and offered to lose
ticket.  I told him no, as he had already given me a break,  I sent the fine by mail/check, and it was later returned to me, saying that no citation had been filed 
 

[michaelyoung254]

I got stopped for 147 in a 55 back in the early 80's. I topped a hill, and he was coming the other way. I thought not stopping, because there was no way that he could get turned around, and catch up to me before I could disappear onto some back roads, but I know he got a good look at my Camaro, and back then Huntsville was a very small town, which meant he'd eventually see it again, so I decided to go ahead and pull over. I was pretty sure that I was going to jail, so I emptied my pockets, and was leaning against my trunk with my license, and insurance in my hand when he finally caught up to me. When he got out of his cruiser, he kinda laughed, and said "You must be feeling guilty or something", and I responded "I was hauling ass, wasn't I?". He laughed again, and said that he clocked me at 147. I told him that I didn't think I was going that fast, and he offered to show me the reading which was still on his radar. He called in my license, and while that was being checked, he asked if there was some kind of emergency or something, and I told him "no, but if you hit that hill fast enough, it's like being on a roller coaster". He started laughing, and said "I know exactly what you're talking about". About this time, it came back over his radio that I didn't have any warrants or anything, and then he asked "What the hell you got under the hood of that thing?" Lucky for me, he was a gearhead, and was more interested in my Camaro, than taking me to jail. I opened the hood, and we spent about 15 or 20 minutes checking out the engine (with me bragging about what all I had done to it). After that, he handed my back my license, and told me to slow down. I didn't even get a ticket..... Talk about my lucky day!

[Bighead]

Just had a nice encounter with two Deputy sheriffs about an hour ago they knocked on my front door because the spousal unit had phoned them.
Seems some asshole last light came through my yard and took out some privacy fence then proceeded back into. The street tacking a pile of yard waste and the neighbors mailbox out   good thing there was large maple tree just inside my fence or he would have been in my neighbors house the tree deflected his truck back onto pavement. It happened about 1:30 am I heard it and went out to investigate didn't see him but heard the tires squealing all over the subduvision .  Well l found his house and took note of vehicle and address. Didn't phone the LEOs ( should have )
Then tonight I hear the same damn truck spinning the tires and raising all sorts or hell in front of my house, told the wife to phone the police.
When they arrived I told them what had happened and showed them the damage told them I didn't want to file damage report but would like them to go speak with the man as he is gonna kill someone. People walking dogs and kids on bikes in the streets all the time . I live in a sub division so he probably knows who phoned the Law. Just waiting on him to come try and start some crap over it.

[Mongo]

I was leading a group of 12 bikes on Rt 52 thru the Daniel Boone National Forest in Ky We pulled into the small town of Beattville doing about 30 over the limit and the radio turned up And I see a squad car parked like he is running radar. He turns his lights on and waves at us to follow him. So we know we are busted we follow him a few blocks thru town and he pulls into gas station We stop and start to get off the bikes and he waves good bye to us and takes off. We get off the bikes and start asking each other what just happened. As we are standing around a group of about 50 bikes starts to pull into the gas station. We start talking to the riders as they get off the bikes and they are a little pissed because they had arranged a police escort to bring them thru town and didn't get one. We told them that we got their escort

[fudgie]

Been pulled over a few times and some I thght I could out run. Nope! No tickets tho.  

Memorable was dec 2013 as I was I-90 late morning as was on the way home from a weekend in Deadwood SD. I think I was doing 81 or 86. Trooper pulled me over and was nice. He wanted me to come back to his car while he ran my stuff. it was 10 deg out and I didn't have a coat on. After he told me to go to his car I looked at him and said uhhhhh. He looked at me and I said I had a firearm on my left hip. He said ok, are we cool? I laughed and said yes. He said ok leave it on and come back to the car. So I sat in his car and we chatted a long time and just gave me a warning.

[DarkSideR]

It was 6:00 in the morning. I was heading to work on my Suzuki Bandit up the interstate. I was on a long stretch of empty road doing 5 over until..  my nose started to tickle, and itch. Attending to this while wearing a full face helmet and zipping up the interstate isnt easy and so I sneezed a big ol sneeze. My head dropped, and so did my shoulders, elbow, and wrist.

I looked up to see the speedo read 97, and looked up a bit more to see the lights ahead of me. He was up ahead with his radar going. I just pulled off to where he was, expecting to have a laugh about the matter. He instead jump out of his car hot headed. He grabbed my chin bar and pulled me towards his face, and said "give me one reason why I don't arrest you, and impound your bike?" To which I rellied, "because this was accidental, AND I have never had a speeding ticket while riding a bike." He looked rather surprised by my response, and told me he would go check that.

He must have really wanted to bust me because he was in his patrol car for 15 minutes. Nevertheless he returned with a speeding ticket. 20 over was a mandatory court appearance. I had it deferred with a $55.00 fine. Ha!

[Woton]

BikerGirl and I were returning home on the bikes from the Roanoke VA area on I-81.  We have communication devices in our helmets and she suddenly asked me if the road was awfully rough in the area we were riding in.

I said, "Well.....no"

Pulling up beside her it I could see the front tire of her Stratoliner bouncing up and down quite a bit.  We got off the road immediately and it was clear her front OEM Bridgestone was delaminating.

OK...we have AAA-RV for just this reason so we gave them a call.  As I was talking to AAA a VA Highway Patrolman pulled up and was chatting with Elizabeth.  She came over and said that the trooper had asked if he could assist us by lining up the wrecker service for us because he could get priority service from AAA.

YouBetcha!!  This cordial young man then stood chatting with us the entire time as we waited for the wrecker - keeping his car behind us with the blue lights flashing.  That was one time blue lights behind us were welcome!

The wrecker arrived and I then had the unique experience of riding BikerGirl's Stratoliner up onto the flatbed wrecker on what was probably a 40 degree angle.  We were soon on our way to a tiny little Honda/Yamaha shop in Wytheville VA (who amazingly had a tire in stock) and even made it home in time that evening to rescue our doggies from the kennel.

While it was a scary event (that could have turned out much worse) what we remember most from the experience was how nice that young trooper was.  Some NC Troopers can be a bit arrogant - no offense, but they just can be that way sometimes.  This young man was a gem and a credit to the Patrol up there.

Interestingly, BikerGirl and I talked about this again just yesterday - before seeing the thread this AM.

[Rams]

While it was a scary event (that could have turned out much worse) what we remember most from the experience was how nice that young trooper was.  Some NC Troopers can be a bit arrogant - no offense, but they just can be that way sometimes.  This young man was a gem and a credit to the Patrol up there.

Great Story, thanks for posting it.   

I know several LEOs, a few of them are state Troopers.   One thing most of them will admit is that after graduating from the academy, most suffered from the "God" syndrome similar to what some say surgeons are guilty of.    Once they get past that euphoria of being "all powerful", they come back down to earth and are genuinely good folks.   That's not to say there isn't a PITA or two out there,  I'm proof that's there's at least one or two in every group.      

[The emperor has no clothes]

BikerGirl and I were returning home on the bikes from the Roanoke VA area on I-81.  We have communication devices in our helmets and she suddenly asked me if the road was awfully rough in the area we were riding in.

I said, "Well.....no"

Pulling up beside her it I could see the front tire of her Stratoliner bouncing up and down quite a bit.  We got off the road immediately and it was clear her front OEM Bridgestone was delaminating.

OK...we have AAA-RV for just this reason so we gave them a call.  As I was talking to AAA a VA Highway Patrolman pulled up and was chatting with Elizabeth.  She came over and said that the trooper had asked if he could assist us by lining up the wrecker service for us because he could get priority service from AAA.

YouBetcha!!  This cordial young man then stood chatting with us the entire time as we waited for the wrecker - keeping his car behind us with the blue lights flashing.  That was one time blue lights behind us were welcome!

The wrecker arrived and I then had the unique experience of riding BikerGirl's Stratoliner up onto the flatbed wrecker on what was probably a 40 degree angle.  We were soon on our way to a tiny little Honda/Yamaha shop in Wytheville VA (who amazingly had a tire in stock) and even made it home in time that evening to rescue our doggies from the kennel.

While it was a scary event (that could have turned out much worse) what we remember most from the experience was how nice that young trooper was.  Some NC Troopers can be a bit arrogant - no offense, but they just can be that way sometimes.  This young man was a gem and a credit to the Patrol up there.

Interestingly, BikerGirl and I talked about this again just yesterday - before seeing the thread this AM.

Nice story  I'm glad you guys caught it before things went to hell.

[Jess from VA]

One of the things VA Troopers will tell you is that they are trained with special emphasis on public safety.  Being stuck alongside any road is always a hazard (to the stuckees), especially on foot.

It's also my experience that having a good looking woman along at the time can never hurt.   

[Woton]

  No doubt that helped things along quite a bit

[Fastman71]

3 friends and I were in my 63 Nova coming back from a race track at about 2am.  As I approached a stop sign, I yelled for everyone to do a Chinese fire drill when we stopped.

At the sign, the doors opened and my buddies ran around the car twice like a bunch of goofballs.  As they were getting back in I saw a police car sitting in the gas station across the street.  I mentioned it to my buddies that we were probably going to get stopped.

Sure enough, we got stopped about a half mile down the road.  The officer asked what was that all about and the only excuse I could come up with was we were checking the lights.  As unbelievable as it sounds, he let us go without even a verbal warning.

I'm still in a state of shock that I didn't get a birthday card....

[FryeVRCCDS0067]

I've got a few stories to tell on myself but this is a better one.

My nephew in Ohio started riding again after quite a few years without a motorcycle. He was on his way to work this summer (still dark, early morning) and got pulled over by an LEO. The officer asked him if he was in a hurry to die, and Greg of course said no. The officer then informed him that his tail light wasn't working and he was virtually invisible from behind.

The officer then produced a screwdriver, removed the burned out bulb and ordered Greg to stay where he was. The officer returned a while latter with a new bulb which he installed for him. He then gave him a warning ticket, told him to stay safe and accepted no money for the bulb.

I hope Karma treats this officer well, he deserves it.