GolfHos

Let's hear 'em.

I'll start with Montogmery, AL circa 1988.  My buddy Scott and I (well, mostly Scott) built a dune buggy in the auto hobby shop on base.  Typically tubular steel construction with VW engine.  So we're out at the Chief's house (btw, now my father-in-law) for a party and Scott is taking people for spins about the neighborhood.  It's an outlying suburb setting with light traffic and the buggy is licensed (we painted it fluorescent pink and the plate ((tags in Alabamese)) read 'WCH1SPNK') but Scott is pulled over by the State Police.  Cited for...





... you won't believe it






... honestly, you won't





No wipers!!!   :o :o :o

lol

It makes you mad when there is real criminals out there, and all they are interested is making easy fines, so they can "reach their targets" for the month!!!!

Gee I've had so many.

Interesting one just this past Tuesday though.

My oldest daughter had her first ummm, welllll, I gues you'd call it a fender bender, she tapped the car in front of her going about 2 miles per hour, absolutely no damage to either car, usually in this situation both drivers would have laughed and you'd both be on your merry ways, unless the car you tap has two undercover police officers, she called me immediately.

I arrived just in time to see the local gendarme explaining that she would be receiving a ticket in the mail for negligent driving...ticket arrived today...$153.00. The ticket is worded so well too, car not in control, caused collision.

My god...ramming speed!

I live in a county where a close family member is a district attorney.  I'm untouchable.   ;D ;D ;)

It's a beautiful, sunny, NorCal spring Sunday, 7 am or so, just north of Woodside on an all but deserted I280. I'm headed to The City from Cupertino where I had spent the night.

I had just purchased a BRAND new 1998 Z28, because you CAN drive an icon for less than 25,000 dollars and the 99's were due out in a week or 2.

I'm coming up the hill there, I've got this thing aired out for the first time since I got it, and I see him in the pullout on top of the hill.

I back out, but  it's all pushbar and grill in my mirror soon enough.

I don't think he had even turned the lights on when I started moving right to the shoulder.

He walks up and says:

'Know why I pulled you over?'

'Ummm, I may have been going a little fast'

'How fast were you going?'

'Uhh, not REALLY sure, I was watching WHERE I was going. Pretty fast, though'

'I had you on radar at 87. I would have said visually in excess of 95, though'

'Umm, I don't think 87 is right. Not sure about the 95'

'I can't write a ticket on the radar. Is this the new LT1?'

'No, that's the 99. This is a '98'

'Oh. Nice car though'

'Umm, thanks'

'Well, have a nice day.'

'Um, OK'

'Seriously, how fast were you going? I'm not writing you a ticket, I'm just curious how close the gun was'.

'It's probably 25 miles off'

'Really? My eyes ain't what they used to be either, then'

The last time I looked, JUST before I saw him, I had the speedo at 122 or so, and I was still accelerating uphill....

On the advice of my attorney, I am not able to comment while still under indictment.

lol :D

i was making a left turn at a 4 way stop (3 lanes each way in my 'old' direction, 1 each in the 'new' direction), had right of way, looked like it was clear all around,   1/2 way through the turn a guy (from the same way i had been traveling) ran the stop behind me, turning left  almost right beside me,  anyways, i hit the brakes hard was 'blocking' traffic for about 5-10 seconds.  somehow a cop only saw me, and not the *bunghole* who caused it.  threatened me with all kinds of tickets.

I tried introducing two African American friends to golf and I took them to a driving range at a course in a notoriously racist town. After a half bucket a police cruiser drove up the cart path of the 9th fairway, pulled up behind us at the range, and informed us that we needed to get going. Looking back I wish I would have demanded answers, or demanded that we get charged with something, but instead we just left. This was 17 years ago and I was so naïve at the time I didn’t even understand what was happening or why. I’d like to think that this kind of thing wouldn’t happen today. I feel old saying it, but times have changed and golf has changed. Not to mention, in this day and age you can get the media on your side and make a stink when something like that happens. Back then I think it would have been viewed as a non story.

 [sm_shock]

Happened 28 years ago in the Ravenna area of Seattle on city street.  Blonde wife and I (dark complexion and afro hair) pulled over for alllegedly running a stop sign by Washington State Patrolman.  Wife in a red party dress, me in leather sports coat.  Both told to get out.  IDs were checked and told all was ok.  We were less than 2 blocks from our home.  Driving a "pimp mobile" type car.  Sold it and bought new Honda Accord.

First road trip with the Honda was to the Canyon Lands in Utah.  Driving there, we were approaching town south of Salt Lake City on our way to Capital Reef.  Sheriff patrol car heading in opposite direction (speed on road was 55) pulle a Uturn and sped up to come behind us.  Followed us into town, we found a pizza joint open for lunch.  We were led to table far from the door.  Not many people there.  Deputy came in and sat by door and had coffee.  We left and he got in car and followed us.  When we were crossing a county line, he turned around and left us.

Got home and got haircut and no more perms for the afro look.

Probably your mistake was carrying a pimp cane.

lol!!! ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D

Back in 1981, I lived 13 miles out of a real small town with very little for us young folks to do on Friday and Saturday nights. One night as I was heading home, a car suddenly appeared on my back bumper. He was so close I couldn't even tell what kind of car it was.  Every time I sped up or slowed down, he did too. At one point, I slowed to 15 mph and tried waving him around me. He wouldn't budge. Now I'm getting nervous, thinking I'd PO'd somebody or something. I slowly let the speed creep up. At the bottom of a hill 7.5 miles out of town, my speedometer hit 65 (in a 55). This deputy sheriff hit the blue lights and wrote me a $45 ticket. I wanted to argue with him, but had an empty beer bottle in the back floorboard. I don't know if he saw it or not, but I wasn't going to push it. Son of a gun followed me for over 7 miles and baited me into the ticket!

I figured for all the times I probably should have gotten a ticket and didn't, that I'd eat this one. It didn't help that the local judge had known me since I was a little kid and had always told me "I don't care what you did or didn't do. If you appear in my court, you're guilty and it will cost you double!"

Believe it or not, it was the next town over from where "Dukes of Hazard" was filmed. "Dukes" was filmed in Covington, Ga. and I grew up in Conyers, Ga.

I had a car tailgating us once at about bar-closing time.  So close I couldn't see anything but bright headlights.  I turned on the hazard flashers and pulled over.  He pulled up alongside, stopped (in the road) and asked what I was doing.  I told him I thought he was drunk, he was tailgating me pretty hard, and I didn't want to get rear-ended, so I was letting him go by.  We stared at each other for a little bit, then he drove off.

Mostly, my interactions with the police have been positive.  That one, and the cop who suddenly decided I'd been going 6mph faster than he'd written on the ticket I was contesting, they're the only negatives.  (And yes, ticket cop told me he had clocked me at the speed he wrote -- no discounting.)

Really this was your first mistake. If you had contacted the Utah Department of Tourism, they would have informed you that we don't take kindly to outsiders here. Meanwhile they would have already traced your phone number and had Mormon missionaries on their way to your door. (They pride themselves on these types of extra efforts.) Next time you'll know.

This doesn't fall under the ridiculous category, but I did have an encounter with Utah's finest once.

My wife and I were driving through Utah on my way to Vegas.  On a divided highway I was doing 65 mph, 10 mph above the posted limit.  A cop pulled up alongside of me and and flashed 5 fingers twice at me, indicating that the speed was 55 mph.  I smiled, nodded and slowed down.  Then I told my wife, "I think he means I'm supposed to have 10 wives."   ::)

pigs!