Re: Your experience of being pulled over by a cop abroad Very interesting thread.
I have a few to narrate from my US days, though the memories are a bit faded with time.
Will start with the funniest one...
This is sometime in '96. My friend in Boston has just bought a new Toyota Camry and driven over to my place in Merrimack, NH. We load up his car and mine with a bunch of friends and head off to the White Mountains for the weekend. Highways are posted at 70 mph and we are doing around 75 when I remember that my friend has been boasting about the V6 in his Camry, so I zoom past him to taunt him. A little while later, he overtakes me. Unknown to me, the folks in the other car have decided to get me a speeding ticket. We sort of race each other at 80-82 speeds and reach a town near our destination (I think it was Breton Woods, but not sure...) and the roads are full of traffic heading to the tourist spots. My friend is behind me at this point and suddenly goes straight ahead on a right-only lane to get ahead of me. Guess what, there is a cop car in the jam ahead of me, and he immediately flashes his lights and pulls my friend over into a nearby restaurant parking lot! We saw all of this from my car, and I also pulled out and parked a little distance away in the same parking lot. As soon as the ticketing was over and the cops had moved back into their car, one of our friends ran over to my car laughing and informed us that while they were plotting to get me a ticket, they themselves ended up getting one! We all burst out of my car laughing uncontrollably when we heard that, and the cops, who were still in the parking lot in their car, stared at us, wondering what was so funny about getting a ticket.
The second incident that comes to mind was in '98, with me and my wife driving from Denver to Las Vegas and Grand Canyon and back. The car rental desk had given me a brand new Dodge Intrepid V6 which had recently been launched and was a hoot to drive. I drove over 2500 miles in 4 days on that trip! The return trip from Las Vegas to Denver was memorable in many ways. Anyone who has driven that I-70 East route will know that it is one of the most picturesque drives where you start from the deserts of Nevada, go through the beautiful red arches in Utah and end up high in the Rocky Mountains near Denver. This day was additionally astounding because it was early May and we started in the morning with our AC on full blast in the desert heat and ended up crawling behind a snow plow in the middle of heavy snowfall in the mountains before Denver, all within 12 hours. When we entered Denver, it was midnight and we were lost while trying to get back to my friend's place. While trying to find my bearings, I turned into a side street and then immediately turned back into the main road in the opposite direction. There was a cop car sitting quietly in the side street, and as soon as I got back on the main road, it was behind me with flashing lights. I think they thought that I had turned back and taken the opposite direction after seeing the police car, and got suspicious. We pulled over and waited for them to come over, and then realized that they had called for backup and we had multiple cop cars behind us with spotlights aimed at our car! My wife was new to the US, and this was really scary for her. Two of them finally came over and asked for our papers. After running the license etc. they asked me what I was doing in downtown in the middle of the night, and when I explained that we were lost, they asked us to take out our map (these were the days when there were no google maps, and we used the trusty paper maps) and patiently showed me the route. I then asked why they had so many cars with spotlights behind us and was told that our car matched the description of a wanted vehicle. What a day/night that was!
The third instance is tame compared to the ones above. I was driving to work, again in New Hampshire, and doing 78 on a 70-limit highway since I was late for a meeting. Got pulled over and was handed a ticket for around $80 (if memory serves me right). |