Either I met the nicest Z loving cop on Earth or I'm just that slick :-)

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How fast were you going!? A tint ticket where I live is = to about 15 over in cost.

My best story?

I was tail-gating someone. I then whipped in front of this old guy in a dark-blue crown vic as soon as I could, and floored it. I stopped and cruised at 20 over when I noticed the old guy up on my ***. I gave it a bit more gas. Then his whole car lit up. Undercover. FAIL.

So I am thinking OSHIT! and slam on the brakes. He almost rear-ends me as those crown-vics don't stop so fast. OSHIT again.

I finally pull over on the side of the road and tally up my sins. Tail-gating. 20+ over. Cutting the officer off. Brake-checking the officer. Maybe even "reckless" driving.

He gets out and yells for me to do the same. Then to get against the retaining wall. I refuse by not moving from my place behind the car. He tells me to step back from traffic. I do. He asks for DL. I go back to the car to get it. I present it to him. He asks me WTF!? I tell him the truth. I'm late for class, my roommate picked TODAY to take a 30 minute shower in our ONE bathroom, and if I don't get to class, it can cost us a letter-grade. He asked where I went to school and supplied a "is it *** institution?" I said "No, it's ****". A few seconds later I realized he suggested an institution in the opposite direction I was headed and was glad I was just being honest or he might have got me.

He smiled, handed me my DL, and said "I know how it is to be late. Don't kill yourself." and walked back to his cruiser. I got the hell out of there and slid into my seat 30 seconds before my name was called on the roster.

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I have also had an officer lie about how fast I was going (over 30 over, he called it 29, and I know he was BS'ing). He also ignored my lack of current inspection sticker, and the hot blonde in the BMW 335i very close behind me when I was radar'ed.

I did not argue with him over the 29 over. It cost me a driving class and $165.

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Another time, I was driving through Texas headed up from McAllen toward Houston on 77 I believe it was. Some POS escort BLEW by me. I was curious how fast it was going, so I caught up to it and was about 3 cars back in the other lane from it. We crested a hill and that's when the TX State Trooper saw us.

I was doing 110mph last I looked down.

He slid across the grassy median as my colon struggled not to betray the trust of my boxers.

I stood on the brakes and the Escort, with it's junk brakes or oblivious attitude kept on going. The officer managed to get up to speed/turned around after the escort right about the time I was pulling even with him at 55mph (speed-limit was 70). I saw him reach over in his passenger seat and put on his Smokey hat. I then, out of the corner of my watering eyes, saw him glare at me. Hatred. Raw, angry hatred. I kept eyes front and center, and he shot off after the Escort. I saw him pull him over. As soon as I got to the next overpass (the land there is FLAT!) that went over a street (about 1/3 mile from where he pulled the escort over), I just FLOORED it. I did NOT want to be a double-stop.

I never saw hide or hair of him again, and I will always wonder why the person in the Escort was doing 110, how that car got up to 110, and what happened to them.