I have a friend with a 1967 firebird convert and the guy never seems to get tickets.
One night I was riding shotgun in the bird at our local cruzing spot. We had been screwing around stop light to stoplight with a 1972 dodge charger. After about the fourth light we pulled up the charger (who was in the left lane) suddenly ducks into the right lane behind us. My buddy and I are thinking WTF?!?! until an old blue and white NYPD caprice pulls up next to us. We both figured he had to have seen us for that last three lights so we slink down real low in the seats and pull out hats down low. After about a second we hear the caprice taching it up in the left lane. We both look over and the uniformed officer begins to roll down the window. He gets the window halfway down and the light changes....nobody moves for at least a second...then the driver of the partol car reves it to the moon and neutral drops it. The Blue and white lights it up for fifty feet through the intersection... sideways. light changes back to red, and the guy in the charger pulls up next to us. None of us could believe what we saw.
two years later we are cruzing in the same bird in our home town, real late at night. For kicks we decide to stretch it's legs up to about 70 (in a 40) sicne nobody was around. After a while party lights come on and we get pulled over. We get an earful about speeding and how it took the cop two miles to catch us. So my smartassed friend asks hium why it took so long to catch us, to which the cop said "If I had my cahllenger I would have caught ya a hell of a lot sooner". He let us off with a warning.
A friend of mine wanted me to take his girlfriend (at the time) for a ride in my GTO. So I obliged. I got out on to the main road (two lanes either direction and the one in the story immediatly above) and go through all the gears. I topped out at 110. Finally I slow it down to about 40 and I notice the party lights behind me. So I pull over. The cop comes out in a huff gets to the window looks in all angry and stuff and goes...."oh, it's you". Now at this time I had been in the fire department for about 6 months and had gotten to know all the local pd. I had never seen this guys before but he recognized me from a fire call and from hanging out by the dunkin donuts on late night coffee runs. Anyway so he looks at me for a second and goes your taillight's out. So I get out of the car and walk around back, whiel he takes a good look at my buddy's girlfriend. Then he joins me around back (I did have a taillight out but only part of the left one) and says "keep it down will ya". I say thanks and skip away ticket free back to the dunkin donuts where my buddy was waiting.
Finally Story, I blew an alternator in the 67 GTO on my way home late one night and figuring I got just enough juice to make it to the house I kill all the lights and try to make the run back to the house. I pick up a county pd tail, but managed to keep a pedestrian car between us and him. For some reason he doesn't hit the lights. I get a block from home and I have to make a turn and go up a large hill, I say to hell with it, bury the pedal and haul azz up the hill, the cop sees and begins chase but thanks to the other car is about 1/8 of a mile behind us. I make the final turn and I get about 100 feet from the driveway before the car begins to cut out (battery is done) I swing the car into the driveway at full speed and proceed to park it on the far side of my father's suburban (my driveway is shaped like a question mark with the suburban parallel to the street and trees along the property line keeping you from seeing what other cars are in the driveway) just as I see the trooper's lights come around the final turn. He comes up the street full speed, while my buddy and I hide behind my father's suburban watching through the tinted windows. The cop turns around and begins to come down the street checking all the driveways with his spotlight. eventually he gets to to my drievway, stops for a second and then proceeds down the rest of the street. I got real lucky.
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