My (now) ex-wife's water broke. This was our first child. I was about 40 miles away when I received the call. I was in my 1989 S10 Blazer, determined to make it home quickly. As I approached a large group of cars, I moved to the right break-down lane on I-91 in CT and passed the group doing about 90. The lead car was one of CT's finest. He was pretty upset when he approached, hand on his firearm. I was visibly shaken, and explained the situation as best I can. He told me that he was radioing ahead and if I was 1 mph over, they would take me to jail, and he let me go.
lol...I forgot my most recent encounter...I was pulled over for no front license plate (I didn't even realize it was a law). This was 2 hours after purchasing the M5, 1400 miles from home. The prior owner stated the tag is good until the end of April. Well...apparently he turned the front plate in. So here I am with a title (unsigned in case I didn't care for the car, and wanted to turn around and sell it when I got home...yeah right), and a bill of sale. The officer was very understanding, but made it clear that the car wasn't registered and that I shouldn't be driving it. I explained that I had permission to use the plate, and wasn't aware that the vehicle wasn't registered. I asked am I going to have to get a flatbed out here? He stated..."Well, I can't tell you it's okay, but I know what I would do. By the way, sweet car, it's in great shape for an 02, enjoy it!"
I just remembered a howler. I was going through customs and the car was basically brand new at the time. The customs I go through is basically just a pull through garage that they can open or close the doors based on weather or problems or whatever. Usually they have one door open and one door closed, so it is very similar to a garage. Anyway it was rather late in the day and it was dark out so they had their inspection lights on and the room just glowed. My beast is interlagos blue and if you've ever wanted to see an amazing looking car get it lit by inspection lights at a border. Anyway, I pull up to the inspection place and the girl working there comes out and says: "Wow, that's a cool looking car. What is it a diesel?" As the engine was clattering away at idle at the border. I laugh and say, "No its not a diesel its a V10 in there, it just sounds like crap at 500 RPM." She says, "So what does it sound like when you give it some gas?" I respond with, "uhh, it sounds absolutely incredible, but its kinda loud." So she says, "Lets hear it"
Well I'm not the kind of guy to disobey a peace officer so I gun it up to about 4-5000 rpm in what is essentially a tin roofed shed. Well this quickly brings around the other border officers and they start asking what is going on. They see this stunning blueish purple car that rattling like a diesel sitting there with a guy sitting in it and the border guard outside laughing. They asked what was going on and the girl said this car is a V10 that shoots fire out the back! The other border guards wanted to see it so I brought my beast up to 5-6000 rpm and put on a bit of a show. They started asking me what kind of power does it make, how high does it rev and all that. Well, when they let me go, half the crew at the station was standing there watching me get out of the place all begging me to give it some beans. I did a hard acceleration up to 110 kph and left the border with a smile on my face.
So are Canadian borderpersonnell that friendly or is it US borderpatrol? Great story
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I just remembered a howler. I was going through customs and the car was basically brand new at the time. The customs I go through is basically just a pull through garage that they can open or close the doors based on weather or problems or whatever. Usually they have one door open and one door closed, so it is very similar to a garage. Anyway it was rather late in the day and it was dark out so they had their inspection lights on and the room just glowed. My beast is interlagos blue and if you've ever wanted to see an amazing looking car get it lit by inspection lights at a border. Anyway, I pull up to the inspection place and the girl working there comes out and says: "Wow, that's a cool looking car. What is it a diesel?" As the engine was clattering away at idle at the border. I laugh and say, "No its not a diesel its a V10 in there, it just sounds like crap at 500 RPM." She says, "So what does it sound like when you give it some gas?" I respond with, "uhh, it sounds absolutely incredible, but its kinda loud." So she says, "Lets hear it"
Well I'm not the kind of guy to disobey a peace officer so I gun it up to about 4-5000 rpm in what is essentially a tin roofed shed. Well this quickly brings around the other border officers and they start asking what is going on. They see this stunning blueish purple car that rattling like a diesel sitting there with a guy sitting in it and the border guard outside laughing. They asked what was going on and the girl said this car is a V10 that shoots fire out the back! The other border guards wanted to see it so I brought my beast up to 5-6000 rpm and put on a bit of a show. They started asking me what kind of power does it make, how high does it rev and all that. Well, when they let me go, half the crew at the station was standing there watching me get out of the place all begging me to give it some beans. I did a hard acceleration up to 110 kph and left the border with a smile on my face.
Not praise but scarry and true: Last year around this time, I was weeving in and out of traffic on a wet Rt. 17 (55mph) going well, north of 90mph during morning rush hour. A white Ford Explorer with no frot liscence plate comes up behind me and turns on a red and blue LED light on his dashboard. I'm swettin' bullets, thinkin' I'm goin' to jail. For a momment I thought about bailling and taking a few sidestreets. NO! What am I thinkng?! I pull over onto the shoulder put my hazzard lights on, roll down the passenger window but never turn the car off. Someone in street clothes walks up here's how it whent:
COP: "Liscence and Registration please sir" (out of breath)
maybe 1 second later
COP: "You have any idea what you where doin' boy!" (Now yelling)
Me: "Yes, I'm sorry officer."
COP: "Sorry huh, you could have gotten somebody killed!" (Still yelling)
Me: "It was irresponsible of me."
COP: "Liscence and Registration!"
Me: "Could I please see a badge officer?"
Looks at me like I have two heads
COP: "Liscence and Registration!"
Me: "Could I please see an ID first."
The cop starts cursing me out so I floor it to the next exit, call 911 and drive to the nearest police station (about 3/4mi.)
When I exit into the police station (cop still with lights ablaze) he passes me and I get his liscence plate... New York plates; Jack@ss, we where in NJ. I report the liscence to the police and continue to work. Scariest 15 minutes of my life.
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That was the Canadian side of the border, Gustav. I think if I were to have tried a stunt like that at the American border I would have been shot. I suppose it doesn't hurt that one of the ladies that work at the border's son went to school with me from kindergarten on, and he now works as a border crossing guard as well.
However, I will make special note that they still do their job, I got asked all the correct questions and I answered them all truthfully. I don't want to get anyone in trouble.
Here is a neat story about an American border guard. My buddy and his wife were off on vacation and his kids wanted to go to the states to watch a movie. The closest movie theater to where I live is across the line in the United States. Well, I was unable to find my passport, nor was I able to find the passport for one of the three kids. I was able to find a health card and a school id card. I made it to the border and he comes up to me and says "What are you up to?" I respond with, "Well, I was hoping to go down to watch a movie with these kids, but before I do I have a problem. You see, I don't have my passport, and I don't have her passport either." The US border guard looks at me and says, "Well I don't have a problem with these kids, but you and I, we have a problem." I gulp and think, hmm I guess I don't have their parents permission to go, nor do I have passports or anything, but he goes on to say "I can let you across but you'll have to buy these kids some ice cream" Well, the kids hear that and go, "Oh man, I hate ice cream" I'm thinking to myself, oh no. "You kids don't like ice cream??" says the border guard "what kind of kid doesn't like ice cream?" I then quickly say to the border guard, "We won't go for ice cream but we will go for pepperoni pizza" The guard asks "You guys like pepperoni pizza" The kids all yell back, "yeah!" So the border guard says to me "You get these kids some pizza and I'll let you go". Suffice it to say, we went to a pizza place after the movie and had a grand ol time!
I was recently filling up (there's a shocker) when a local officer pulled up beside me and proceeded to ask "if it's steady at 120 mph." Afraid of implicating myself for a serious speeding infraction, I sorta stumbled over my words until she stated she was a Corvette owner and had always admired the M5. Somewhat relieved, I went on to say that the M is, of course, too stable not to enjoy at high speeds.
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The cop starts cursing me out so I floor it to the next exit, call 911 and drive to the nearest police station (about 3/4mi.)
When I exit into the police station (cop still with lights ablaze) he passes me and I get his liscence plate... New York plates; Jack@ss, we where in NJ. I report the liscence to the police and continue to work. Scariest 15 minutes of my life.
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