tickets...........

[jesse]

Just curious about some ticket stories out there. Who has more than 1? Circumstances? Anyone talked their way out of one or otherwise been shown mercy? Anyone get a wild hair and run for the hills? Record for top speed caught at ? I'm not looking to encourage this type of behavior, just curious.....................Jesse OH SIX AE, hotlanta.............

 

[Silent]

Only ticket on a bike was 47 in a 45 on base :dribble:

Damn them bored MP's :angry2:

 

[dbvolfan]

Nailed going 106 in S. Georgia once on GA300...got out of that one. The guy who pulled me over was a good old boy and said he just couldn't see writing me a ticket for going that fast out in the middle of no where that late at night. He was just curious what I was driving.

Nailed TWICE in one day by same Sheriffs deputy in Henry Co GA. Got a ticket the first time...the 2nd time he just laughed his butt off at me and let me go. I was on my way to Atl for a meeting and he got me that morning and about 1pm on my way back to Macon.

Was nailed for something like 78 or so in a 55 in Worth Co GA. Wrote the money order out to the "Worthless Co Sherriffs Dept" and it was returned to me with a not so nice letter explaning that I still owed them the amount.

And finally......was nailed in S. Georgia once again...had to go to court. Was lectured by the judge about my speeding and numerous tickets, told that one day I would learn a lesson the hard way and he hoped that I would learn something from this experience. I told him that I had, and that next time I would make sure my radar detector was higher up on my window because I felt it was sitting too low on the dash and as a result it didnt alert me like it should have. Half the people in the room fell over laughing before he threatend me with contempt. Yep, paid for that ticket as well.

South Georgia is not a place to speed by the way! And I lived there for 5 years....not a good combination.

6 years ago while out on a date with a girl who is now my wife, I was sitting at a light after we had left a restautant, and a C5 Vette lined up next to me. Against my better judgement I let her rip when the light turned green (he did to)...neither of us noticed the cop stopped at the same light just two cars back of us. My GF was just lighting me up when he came up to my window...said it looked like I was in enough trouble and let me off with a warning.

BTW, since marrying her she has gotten me out of one other ticket when I was pulled over for speeding with her in the car (was only going like 12 over)...the troper felt sorry for me and let me off.

Let me add that most of these occured when I was much younger...I have only had 2 speeding tickets in the last 2 years for going something like 72 in a 55 and 77 in a 65.

 

[2006FJR]

3 weeks ago I was doing about 120 in a 45 with a cop going the other way. There was an island but he could not cross it, so I jumped on the freeway and hauled ass to get out of there. It slowed me down for a few days.

 

[Orient_Express]

First one was for 97 in a 65 - that was in a "57 Chevy with a 356 Buick engine. Crane roller kit, hooker headers, holly Quadra-jet and Eldebrock Hi-rise, aluminum flywheel and clutch assembly. Running 456's with Mickey Thompson winkle walls.

I deserved that one - could have got me for drag racing, but just gave me a ticket for speeding - State Cop... Since I was 17 I lost my license for 3 months. I remember that my dad was not impressed.

Four years ago I got one for 57 in a 55 (County Sheriff)... It was thrown out of court but haven't had much good to say about LEO's ever since...

Had a few other but those were the "good, bad and ugly" of it all.

 

[camera56]

A bunch of reprobates I see . . .

81 in a 55 outside of Susanville, CA. Saturday night, deer time, running behind schedule, headed towards town. Dumb. First ******* in the parade. Just passed a guy (buddy on my tail). Smokey coming the other way. I see him, he sees me. I hit the brakes, he hits the gun. I pull over.

Pleasant but humorless. Cost me nearly $2000 in legal fees and such to get it down below "go to jail and give us your bike" territory. First ticked in 15 years, second in 35 years of driving.

 

[Windjammer]

Who has more than 1?

You gotta be shittin' me. Try asking who has more than 10, you might get a shorter list! :lol:

And finally......was nailed in S. Georgia once again...had to go to court. Was lectured by the judge about my speeding and numerous tickets, told that one day I would learn a lesson the hard way and he hoped that I would learn something from this experience. I told him that I had, and that next time I would make sure my radar detector was higher up on my window because I felt it was sitting too low on the dash and as a result it didnt alert me like it should have. Half the people in the room fell over laughing before he threatend me with contempt. Yep, paid for that ticket as well.

:rofl:

Prolly had over 20 tickets in my time - most of them back in the '80's. Usually got popped for 10-15 over the limit - I had a real tough time driving 55 mph on the highway, and live in an area that has gestapo like revenuers. Been doing much better since speed limits went up and since I could afford cars with cruise control. I'm a leadfoot, a grip twister. Leave me without cruise on the open highway and I'm up to 80 in no time without realizing it.

Once got popped for 56 in a 55 (but he and I both knew I was over 80 - he gave me a break.

 

[NoCage]

Only ticket on a bike was 47 in a 45 on base :dribble:

Four years ago I got one for 57 in a 55 (County Sheriff)

Two over? Damn. Shoots my stay-under-ten-over strategy down.

 

[Big Sky]

In my youth (20s) I wound up with one of those blue licenses, driver school, restricted driving hours, etc. Those damned motorcycles got me into a lot of speeding trouble, even though I was running a Whistler Q1000 (remember those?). But I "grew up" and have been doing a little better lately. Two bona fide speeding tickets in the last 20 years, but just one on a bike. I might have talked my way out of that but the LEO got another call and sped away before I could lay my full spiel on him. However, I have been stopped a number of times on the bike in the last 10 years and not been ticketed. I attribute this to: contrite attitude, apologizing to the officer, wearing full protective gear, having wife on back, hard side bags and so on. They seem to see me then as "a mature, responsible adult who is serious - maybe just a little too exuberant - about the sport, but primarily a 'tourist' as opposed to reckless squid," and certainly no badass biker.

Two years ago a Montana HP clocked me at 90 mph in a 75 just east of Bozeman. I did my contrition and he responded by writing me for just 85, which here is $20 and no points. Thanks, sir! (The law gives you 10-over before it's considered true speeding.) I also got stopped for 77 in a 60 (Washington state) by a sheriff's deputy (he said he clocked my brother at 79) who let us off with a lecture, and also 79 in a 70 (Montana deputy) who also let me go. I've even had the local deputies on U.S. 12 in Idaho along the Lochsa River switch on their light bars, point at you, then switch them off and keep on going. But here is the REAL kicker: running 85 in a 50 along the east shore of the Pend 'O Rielle River in northeast Washington, about 7:30 Sunday morning, no one around...except a Tribal LEO (Kalispell Reservation) who pulled me over. He was extremely decent, smiled the whole time, made small talk, told me to have a good time but slow down please. No ticket. Whew!

I liked the "old days" in Montana when our legal daytime "speed limit" was "reasonable and prudent." You could make a case that 100 mph on I-94 east of Billings WAS "reasonable and prudent" on a competent machine, good tires, great pavement, little traffic, unimpeded vision for miles ahead on straight roads... The murkiness in the law is what got it thrown out. Still, we are fairly lenient here: if you're not endangering your fellow travelers, they tend to cut you some slack. I have met HP officers in Washington, Idaho, North Dakota and Montana and will say the Montana fellows are the nicest, most friendly and reasonable of all. I hope they make as good an impression on our out-of-state guests as they do the locals.

Now, slow down!

 

[Orient_Express]

Only ticket on a bike was 47 in a 45 on base :dribble:

Four years ago I got one for 57 in a 55 (County Sheriff)

Two over? Damn. Shoots my stay-under-ten-over strategy down.

I hear ya'...

The one good thing was hearing the judge verbally reprimand the deputy in front of everyone for wasting the court's time on such an insignificant misdemeanor.

I was smiling as I left but from the look I got from the deputy. I knew he'd be "radar" gunning for me (pun intended) - so I stay out of that county...

 

[FJRottie]

Oooo, for my birthday last month I got a ticket for 25 mph over. My first speeding ticket in 10 years.

I just left my house, was in third gear and got nailed 1/8th of a mile from my driveway.

I had just tuned the bike and took it out for a smooth acceleration test. I rolled it up to 65 mph and blamo.

I live in the country and he was hiding. I have never seen a cop before around my house in 6 years of living there.

Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Biiiiiiirrrrrthdayyyyyy to meeeeee, Happy Birthday to me.

 

[AdrianNKY]

Some fun times I see have been had by all. I've a few more memorable ones, for me at least....

My first car was a bike. 84 Honda Interceptor 500 (aahh...such a fun machine). A buddy had a Seca400 I think it was and at a stop light we took off kind of quickly. Not racing mind you...just taking off quickly. Cop behind us pulled over and was going to ticket us for "Exhibition of Speed" when I made the comment, "that's silly....my bike would smoke his. No point in racing them."

I guess the completely heartfelt genuine statement of a unexperienced 19 y/o caused him to chuckle and say, "how right you probably are". Off with warning.

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On a return trip back to CA from Boise, ID I was heading south towards Nevada...can't recall the road but it's fairly deserted. Was doing somewhere between 120-130 when I passed a cop going the other direction. He flashed his lights and I promptly slowed down. He didn't follow, but his buddy pulled me over miles down the road doing 102. Of course when I slowed down I never actually looked at the speedo...just at what I thought was comfortable. After 120+ for 15 mins or so...102 felt like 55. Nice performance award on that one and a lecture from a cop that just went through puberty. Completely deserved the ticket. Not the silly lecture.

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Again in CA after running the Stinson Beach Sunday morning ride I was headed back up towards Alices on 35 and doing maybe 10-15 over when pulled over. Little bugger was hiding in a driveway. By the time he got to the bike I had the helmet off and already had my hand out to offer a shake. I shook his hand and said, "good afternoon officer, lovely day you think?". He smiled and asked if I knew why he pulled me over. My response was, "either it's civilian appreciation day or I was speeding".

One can only try to understand their decision process to give the award out or not but he actually laughed acknowledged that I was in fact speeding and that he did in fact appreciate stops such as this one and to "keep your rubber down and have a nice day". Let me go without even telling me to keep the speed down. Out of respect I did in fact actually keep it very near the limit all the way home that day.

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One of the ones which I beat (I've had 3 dismissed in court).....

Driving through the San Jose, CA area (lived there at the time) I was pulled over on Almaden Expressway for for supposedly going 48 in a 40. The young-ish LEO practically speed walks up to the bike and the first thing out of his mouth was a very professional, "Well, I hope someone died...do you know how fast you were going?". Again, I had my helmet and bike off and was polite as ever with my, "Yes I do" response. He then read me the riot act on sportbikes, crashes, speeding, the fact that he was still upset over the recent Milli Vanilli suicide and anything else he could think of. I fought this one for several reasons...

1. He listed the direction of travel as south when I was going north

2. His completely rude and unacceptable attitude/comments, at least in this situation.

3. He incorrectly listed the speed limit as 48 in a 40 when in fact the speed limit at that time was 45.

During the court session the young-ish LEO seemed very hot-headed to me. His recounting of the stop was very short and almost sarcastic in it's delivery. Upon given my chance to speak to the judge I told him the three statements above and agreed that I was in fact doing 3 mph over the POSTED speed limit and would accept a citation stating so. However my problem was with the young-ish LEO's attitude and statements to me upon first walking up. What if some HAD actually died? Regardless, was this the type of attitude that was taught to officers? (paraphrasing of course as this was loooong ago).

The judge thanked me for my professionalism and dismissed the ticket. In addition he made the youngish-LEO apologize to me in open court for the statements. I was floored, appreciative and hoped I would never see this LEO again. LOL!

I'm sure most people could agree that not all LEO's are complete schmucks. I've had some very pleasent "run-ins" with them. Hell, I even talked with one guy for like a half hour after giving me a ticket on Highway9 near Big Basin one time. Very cool guy who shot the sh*t with me about stuff until being called away for something.

Of course, I've had the other end of the spectrum which are the ones that make you clench your teeth in rage at how fracking retarded they are. I treat those ones like I do the squids I see doing stand-ups on the freeway in their shorts and flip flops. Essentially, there are a small select group that make the entire sect look bad. I try not to judge them solely based on their profession just as I hope they don't judge me based solely on the fact that I ride a "sporty" bike.



Fun fun fun!

 

[mehaffydr]

Fist stop on FJR was by this National Park Service Ranger he was ery nice and didnt give me a ticket. I was doing a little over 60 in a 40. There was very little traffic and he let me go.

Then back in March this year I got nailed in South Carolina for 92 in 60 That cost me $440.00 fine. :angry2:

 

[Big Sky]

Oh yeah; forgot a good one!

Was touring through Yellowstone Park, 1982 on my new 1982 750 Sabre. Was between Mammoth and Silver Gate, long, open, straight empty stretch (September when the tourists were gone). Wicked it up to cruise around 65 mph, went past a green Ford station wagon parked along the road. No biggy. About 10 miles further down that road I could swear that green station wagon was behind me and slowly gaining. Not to worry. But then I thought I noticed some lights in the grill that seemed to be flashing. Uh oh. Slowed and let him catch up. Yup, a park ranger and was he pissed! See, Park speed limit is 45 mph. He informed me he had clocked me at 66. He said this was a federal offense and that he was going to send me to see a federal magistrate in Cheyenne, Wyoming - 300 miles away. Holy ****, he had my attention! He chewed on my ass forever: "You know how many of you idiots I've scraped off the road this year?! You have any idea what happens to a bike and its rider when you hit a moose?!" on and on and on... I unloaded everything, pulled the seat, dug out insurance and registration documents and tried to figure out how to tell my boss I was incarcerated in Cheyenne. He stomped back to his car with all the documents and was back there for about 10 minutes while I sweated. Finally he waved me back and I got in. He said, "I have three options: I can write you for your true speed of 66 mph and you'll have to appear in Cheyenne, or I can write you for 64 and just give you a $75 ticket" (which was a lot of money then). "Or I can wish you a happy birthday and let you go." I'd forgotten it was indeed my birthday and he had spotted that on my driver's license. "I'm going to use option three. Happy birthday! Now slow down and get the hell out of the park!" I did not even approach 45 mph until I was well clear of the Park border. I still to this day am very conscientious about my speed while in Yellowstone or Glacier. I DO NOT want to go to Cheyenne or meet federal magistrates.

Another time I got out of a 79-in-a-45. It turns the HP happened to be sweet on a woman I worked with and... well, that's another story for another day.

 

[double_entendre]

Some fun times I see have been had by all. I've a few more memorable ones, for me at least....

My first car was a bike.

Same here. First bike at 17, first car at 24.

....84 Honda Interceptor 500 (aahh...such a fun machine).

Oh yes they were. My first bike was a 1983 GS450 and when I totalled that (stuffed it into an ARMCO barrier in Rancho Santa Fe) I bought a 1985 500 Interceptor. When that ate its cams (remember that problem?), I bought a 1989 CBR600. I got pulled over 13 times on that bike, but only got one ticket. For an against the red u-turn when the light wouldn't trigger for my bike. That one actually pissed me off. All the **** I'd been pulled over for and I get that kind of piddly ticket.

But the pullover I remember best was on the 500. I was coming south on I-15 between Riverside and Escondido. Once you're past Corona there ain't much there. It was late at night in the middle of nowhere and I pegged the throttle, tucked in and figured I'd see 'wottlshedo?'.

As I flew past the odd onramp I'd peek into the mirrors for headlights. Passed one ramp and headlights popped on. I thought to myself, "Well if he starts catching up to me he's probably a cop." Next thing you know said CHP is *flying* up towards me, but in an adjacent lane. Downshift two or three times, dump the clutch and slow way the **** down as he goes flying past me on the right and hard on the brakes. :coolsmiley:

Gets behind me and hits the lights. So I pulled over, helmet off, "Yes sir, no sir, yes sir." He said he just wanted to make sure the bike wasn't stolen and let me go after admonishing me to slow down. "Yes sir." Speed limit all the way back to Escondido. :yahoo:

Rancho

 

[donaldb]

Let you all in on a little known secret here in the state of MS.............just in case any of you guys decide to ride through our southern hospitality state.

Radar detectors are by state law only used by state hwy patrol troopers.........who are confined to state interstate systems and state hwy's.

Also, City police can run radar guns only within there city limits.

Out in the county...........on county roads............there are no radar guns, and I know of no one who has been pulled over and issued a speeding ticket on a county road, I have passed county sheriff patrol cars on county roads while riding in excess of 30+ mph over the posted limit.........they have so far not even batted an eye, I have even waived at some and had them waive back :yahoo:

You just got to know where to ride.

Oh.............knock on wood............no speeding tickets on a bike.............yet!

 

[87Doodle]

When I was 18 I got a ticket for 45 in a 35 on my KZ750 Twin. When I was 19 I got one for doing 70 on a 55 highway on my CB900C.

Went 20 years without a ticket until I got one on my VTX1800 doing 43 in a 30 right after the speed limit dropped from 35 to 30, nice little trap.

Here is my current best plan to avoid speeding tickets.

I'm not going to lie. I like to ride anywhere from 10- 15 miles over the speedlimit , and I hope that my Passport 8500 linked to my Z3 shifter will buy me a few seconds, which is all I need to scrub off 10-15 mph.

Of course, It's tough to beat an experienced operator with a 'delay' button using Instant on radar, but other than that, I think I'm in good shape, unless I go stupid fast and an LEO gets a visual on me.

So, my goal is to speed prudently, know my routes, and ride really fast only on familar and lightly patroled roads.

The FJR is too much fun to go WAY too fast, and I'm not trying to lose my life or my license.

 

[Jaycen]

I'm not sure how driving points work in other states, but in massachusetts you start out at a 15, 9 is from my understanding a prefect driving record. Typicially you get 2 points for a moving violation.....right now I'm down to a step 19......but when I was a young hooligan on my 1993 CBR600 I had it as high as 33...it was either a loss of liscense, or some traffic school for me at that point.........

BTW, our insurance if calculated off that figure, and even at step 19, I'm paying aver a grand a year for full insurance on my low mileage 05

 

[Auburn]

South Georgia is not a place to speed by the way! And I lived there for 5 years....not a good combination.

Back in 84 I was still on active duty in the Navy and was transferring from Orlando to Hartford. I was driving an 80 Z28 with a 4 speed, 350HO and no cruise control. As soon as I crossed into Georgia from Florida, I had a state trooper drop in behind me and follow me the whole way though Georgia. You know how hard it is to do 55 in a car like that???

Holy Sh*t, but I made it through there without getting pulled over. :yahoo: I couldn't get to South Carolina fast enough. Thank god I had a clean driving record then so he didn't have a reason to pull.

Valentine 1 has saved my bacon many times over

As far as on my motorcycle, I too got to talk to the National Park safety Nazi. All 5'-2" of him. On the FS 25 road just north of Northwood behind Mt. St. Helens. The problem was I came up from behind him doing the speed limit of 45 mph (because we knew he sits there). He pulled me over and precede to lecture me, until I pointed out there was no way he could have radar-ed me since his radar unit was dash mounted and aimed out the front of his jeep.

Still got a warning, what an *******

Funniest part was after he held us for 1/2 an hour to gives us the "lecture". Every motorcycle that came by did to obligatory slow down and then full throttle as soon as they were out of sight. He let's us go and takes off going North toward Randal.

We give him about 20 minutes dreading the fact that we had about 45 miles to go through an area signed at 35 mph, knowing this safety Nazi was somewhere ahead of us. We didn't go three turns and there he was. Assisting a Harley rider who went over the edge. One solid straight as an arrow skid mark over the edge. And seven more Harleys parked on the side to assist. And of course the rider was bleeding form everywhere he wasn't wearing leather (ass, arms and head) chaps and vest don't provide much protection. As well as the "DOT" beany helmet that was in pieces. When we went by, the rest of his friends were just getting the bike back to the road. The irony, the chromed front disc brakes still were sparkling :lol: