Brag: no ticket, no points
Driving to Grimsby (beat?) yesterday with my g/f, for dinner with my parents. Moron doing 110 in the fast lane on the QEW, I pass him on the right obv at about 145 to prove a point. As I'm passing him, I notice a logo on the side of his car. I ask Hayley (name of g/f, not random third person in my car) if that's a cop. She says "yes, and he's looking at you." Fuk. Since I know he's looking at me, I make a face like "OOOPS my bad my bad" (not looking at him) and slowed down to 120.
No logo on the back of his SUV type Jimmy thing, no cherries on the top, but he had one on his dash and immediately pulled me over. Here's how I'm pretty sure the conversation went (take note if you ever need to get out of this type of situation):
(oh and tl;dr)
Him: License, registration, and insurance pls
Me: (hands it over)
Him: (walks back to his car thing)
Me: (fuk)
Him: (walks back to my car, and btw it's like -26 with the wind chill so I already have the advantage in this negotiation as I am still inside of my vehicle, and he isn't inside of any vehicle). What's the hurry? I was doing about 120, (lie, btw) and you blew by me, musta been about 140, 150.
Me: Sorry officer.
Him: That's it? Sorry? Where are you going?
Me: My parents in Grimsby for dinner.
Him: Well dinner can wait, can't it.
Me: Yes, sir.
Him: What type of work do you do?
Me: I'm a television camera operator.
Him: Which company?
Me: CTV.
Him: Well how would CTV feel about you missing work because I took your license away?
Me: Not very good, sir.
Him: No, not very good.
Me: (...)
Him: We got a call about you, you know, going too fast...
Me: (Genuinely shocked and interested, because this must not be true) Really?
Him: Yes.
Me: (...) (I'm not going to call him out or anything on this)
Him: Well listen, I want to go home. If I let you go, do you promise to do the speed limit the whole way to Grimsby and back?
Me: I will, I swear to God.
Him: (to Hayley) You make him slow down.
Hayley: I will. Thank you.
Me: Thank you officer.
Totally solid of the cop to let me off, but my record is clean so that probably had something to do with it.
No logo on the back of his SUV type Jimmy thing, no cherries on the top, but he had one on his dash and immediately pulled me over. Here's how I'm pretty sure the conversation went (take note if you ever need to get out of this type of situation):
(oh and tl;dr)
Him: License, registration, and insurance pls
Me: (hands it over)
Him: (walks back to his car thing)
Me: (fuk)
Him: (walks back to my car, and btw it's like -26 with the wind chill so I already have the advantage in this negotiation as I am still inside of my vehicle, and he isn't inside of any vehicle). What's the hurry? I was doing about 120, (lie, btw) and you blew by me, musta been about 140, 150.
Me: Sorry officer.
Him: That's it? Sorry? Where are you going?
Me: My parents in Grimsby for dinner.
Him: Well dinner can wait, can't it.
Me: Yes, sir.
Him: What type of work do you do?
Me: I'm a television camera operator.
Him: Which company?
Me: CTV.
Him: Well how would CTV feel about you missing work because I took your license away?
Me: Not very good, sir.
Him: No, not very good.
Me: (...)
Him: We got a call about you, you know, going too fast...
Me: (Genuinely shocked and interested, because this must not be true) Really?
Him: Yes.
Me: (...) (I'm not going to call him out or anything on this)
Him: Well listen, I want to go home. If I let you go, do you promise to do the speed limit the whole way to Grimsby and back?
Me: I will, I swear to God.
Him: (to Hayley) You make him slow down.
Hayley: I will. Thank you.
Me: Thank you officer.
Totally solid of the cop to let me off, but my record is clean so that probably had something to do with it.
Comments
And LOL at this "Driving to Grimsby (beat?)"
I think it had less to do with your record and more to do with the fact that your cute g/f was in the car, too.
(You have to read his blog to get this)
did hayley give you a grounding after that???? and did she do the driving after that also???:)
On the other side, my ex was pulled over once and *after* the cop had written the ticket: I said to him "since we've got you here, can you give us directions?" and waved goodbye with a 'see you in court'
He got off.
And easily the funniest cop stories EVER come from Haddon...that guy is fearless! (I'll let him tell his own if he ever comes back to the forum..but seriously..just the few interactions I've seen and I don't understand how he has all his teeth
'Him: (walks back to my car, and btw it's like -26 with the wind chill so I already have the advantage in this negotiation as I am still inside of my vehicle, and he isn't inside of any vehicle). What's the hurry? I was doing about 120, (lie, btw) and you blew by me, musta been about 140, 150.'
you were gold from that moment. What is he going to write on a ticket, speed around 140-150ish? The fact that he told you (and a witness) that he didn't know your exact speed would make this difficult to prosecute. Seems like he pulled you over because you were going to blow by him and he 'had' to.
vs.
*sigh* This is like real life I'm going to get half the street cred and none of the lucrative 'props' for doing the exact same job more efficiently.
[at least here I'm going to get paid better...ship 1 more CPF buck!]
You have to get to know me better.. Anything you can say, I can say in 5x as many words and not as clearly.
Third time as the charm. Get stopped just a few weeks after the last ticket. Middle of summer -- i have no advantage.
Him: Do you know how fast you were going.
Me: Yes. Why don't you set up a fuxxing toll both so we can get this over with more quickly. I'm sick and tired of you guys pulling me over when there's no one on the road.
Him: Have you been drinking sir?
Me: No, but I should, so I can make these fuxxing stops more bearable. This is ridiculous.
Him: Can I have your licence and registration -- I hand them over. He comes back with the ticket, reduced a little.
I never get another ticket on that road again.
Cheers
Magi
Another FORMER Saultite.
WB Lou, hope you can visit more often
1920's?
I didn't realize you were that old Lou, ever thought about joing the Milton crew?
I once got pulled over in my Mustang exiting the 427 at Dundas, doing wellllll over the speed limit on the off ramp because it's nice and tight cornering. As I come out of the corner lo and behold there is a cop with her hand up, motioning for me to pull over.
I pull over, she asks the obvious question do I know how fast I was going, I reply no officer I don't.
Just as she is about to tell me how fast I was going and write me up a ticket, BAM, SMASH, BOOM, BIZZZANG, SCREECH.... a 3 car accident right beside us!
She looks at me somewhat disappointed, and says "You can go now, slow down".
I drive away slowly.
Another time I got pulled over making an illegal lane change on Lakeshore entering onto the Gardiner at Leslie. I crossed over the solid line (the right turn lane was 80 miles long, and I did the cut in trick everyday to avoid a long delay) just as I am getting up the ramp, a cop jumps over the barrier to get me, and he trips over the barrier, landing flat on his face. There he is sprawled face down in the middle of the road, I have to brake hard to avoid running him over.
I angle my car so as to block off the ramp so nobody else runs over the poor guy. Then I jump out to see if he is ok. He had a little blood on his head, and the swelling had already started quite noticeably.
I help him walk over to the barrier to sit down, asking if he's ok and does he need me to get him anything, a knapkin, his radio, gun whatever, I was at his disposal and I was offering my unconditional assistance with whatever he needed.
He asked me if I could go over to where he fell, and pick up his ticket book. I did and brought it back to him. When I handed it to him he says.... "License and Registration please...."
I thought WTF, you're STILL going to give me a ticket after I saved your life?? He could easily have been run over by any of the cars going onto the ramp.
His only advce to me was to go to court and fight it because he was pretty sure he had a doctor's appointment that day and wouldn't be able to make it. So in a round about way he did let me off, I went to court and he didn't show up, my ticket was thrown out.
I guess that was his way of thanking me afterall.
As a kid we were driving up there for a family reunion and of course my father is speeding..he gets pulled over, gets his ticket, drives off mad.
and he continues to speed:
A few miles later, we see the lights again...my Dad pulls over, fuming
SAME OFFICER: License and registration please
Dad: Maybe you can get the info you need off of THIS and throws crumpled up first ticket in cops face.
[Cop picks up ticket goes back to car and writes 2nd ticket and as he is walking back up to our car with it...my Dad start car, spits gravel on cop and leaves..without second ticket]
Another few miles down the road we come to a road block,
Dad: Who are you looking for officer?
Officer: YOU!
1st cop comes along and delivers 1st and 2nd tickets to Dad (along with a third)...all I remember is my Mom holding my Dad's arm down as he crumpled his hand in to a fist to pop the cop when he bent over to hand the tickets in.
And the funniest thing is....
My Dad has better stories than this.
Hope this tip helps a few others keep a bit more of their bankroll from the Provincial coffers, lol.