To all the cops we've known before

[A Karenina]

I was reading the thread on K9s, and totally enjoying it. I got to thinking about something LadyCop said about how we tend to judge cops on our experience with them.



I thought it'd be fun if we shared a few of those experiences. Here's a couple of mine~



When my kids were very young, I started a job delivering papers in the early morning hours for extra money. (I highly recommend this to young moms, btw). I lived in a suburb of Chicago, and apparently the police patrolled our streets during the middle of the night.



I was warming up my car at about 3am on my driveway, and a police car stopped in front of my house to watch me. I wasn't doing anything wrong, so I simply went about my business. I pulled out, the police car followed me, and about 4 blocks later he pulled me over. Argh! He asked if he could search my car, and I immediately turned beet red. Surely his "instincts" were aroused.



Well, I allowed the search. He went all through my car, and finally found something under one of the seats. It was a very old half-filled baby bottle. He stood there holding it, and the expression on his face was classic!

I was horrified! I knew it was hidden in the car somewhere, but I'd never been able to find it...hence my red face when he asked to search.



Headline: Cop catches housewife with disgusting baby bottle in car!



Another story...I was travelling from Chicago to Pennsylvania to visit a friend. I had just bought a GEO Prism, and was cruising through Indiana on an empty highway.



Suddenly, I see lights behind me. An unmarked police car was pulling me over. The officer was older, very polite.



"Ma'am, do you know how fast you were going?"

"Well, no sir. I don't."



He took my license and insurance info, went back to his car, and ran my plates (I guess). He came back to the car a few minutes later. He asked where I was going, and I told him.



"Ma'am, do you know how fast you were going?"

"Sir, do you understand the rules of engagement? See, you are supposed to drive in a police car. I see you, I slow down, and then I speed back up later on when I think it's safe."

He grinned. Then again,



"Ma'am, do you know how fast you were going?"

Argh! "No sir, I have no idea. You see, I just bought this car yesterday and I'm not all that comfortable in it yet. I can't see the speedometer very well through the steering wheel..." I trailed off.



"Ma'am, do you know how fast you were going?"

"Ok, how fast was I going?"

"96 miles per hour."



"What?! In a GEO? I didn't even feel it. Wow, what a car! Wanna try it?" I was truly excited about it. He held onto my car and stood there laughing and laughing. WHen he finished laughing, he wrote me a ticket, but for far less than he had too. That was very nice of him. It was my first speeding ticket.



When I called Indiana to make sure my ticket had been paid for, and that my license was clear, I found out that he had been shot and killed pulling someone else over. He left a wife and two teenage daughters. :-1



Third story...I briefly dated a cop here in Portland. He said that being a cop meant everyone you met told you horrible stories about tickets they didn't deserve or rudeness or something else.



He would tell me stories from time to time. He once talked of a woman who was trying to throw herself off one of our bridges. He was able to distract her just long enough for two other cops to grab her. She was screaming as she was taken to the psychiatric ward. He cried when he told me that he didn't know if he did the right thing...



Cops are infinitely human, just like all of us. They are amazing tender at times, and have the roughest job I've ever heard of.



So, what are your stories?

[minks]

I was about 20 and had been out to a party with a handful of friends when we decided we would hop the fence at the local outdoor pool and take a dip. Well we were all having a grand old time in the pool skinny dipping when out of the darkness appeared to male cops. They told us to get out of the pool, and come to the fence and talk to them, well I piped up and said ok, let me get my clothes first and be dammed if the cop said "no come to the fence immediately" and basically he had his little chat while oggling us nude 20 year olds. Some of us were female and some of us were male, but the dirtry buggers obviously didn't want to make themselves look "obvious" as they were quite happy to enjoy chatting with the girls who had no clothes on. By todays standards that is totally unacceptable but I can look back and merely laugh.

The next night after telling my brother about our antics he and some friends went and tried the same thing, and they too got busted and my smart mouthed brother said oh you must be the cops that busted my sister last nite.

[valerie]

Probably my first real awareness of "cops" was seeing the picture of my

maternal grandfather in his Oakland, Calif. police uniform.

One time I was moving and it involved a fairly long freeway trip... of course

you stuff everything in your car you can... in the passenger seat I had put

my cockatiel in his tall (maybe about 3 feet?) cage... with a blanket draped

over since Moe was SUCH a talker he'd make me nuts during the trip. Well,

I got pulled over by CHP and the officer said something about "Wanting to

make sure you didn't have a body under there" and asked me to show him

what it was... well I lifted the blanket and that was enough to cue Moe...

who says "Hello, Baby, what ARE you doing?" and the officer just cracked

up... betcha he had a good story to tell his buddies...

Many years later, I had the opportunity to date a cop. It was very very much

fun. I had gone out before my sister's wedding to help out. My sister had

to work one night and so her fiance, his best man, and my little brother

(all cops) went out "bar-hoppin". It was great... what can happen I'm with

THREE cops!! At one point they were all goofin' around and "my" cop

decided to play cave man, threw me over his shoulder and carried me out

to the car!! Sigh... I also went on a ride-along. At one point the 3 guys

(we were in 2 squad cars) decide to go shakedown this warehouse area

where they'd had problems with break-ins... they got out and I sat and

listened to the (police) radio... call comes over "This is Pocatello 5, I need a

back-up" and right away I hear my 3 come haulin' a back to the cars,

shouting into the mics (on their chests) "This is Pocatello 3, I'm on my way"

"This is Pocatello 4, I'm on my way" and we red lights and siren all the way

to downtown, where this other officer was trying to convince 6 drunken

Idaho farm boys (strapping young men!) that they needed to go to jail!

It all turned out okay but when it was over it was pretty funny, the original

officer was a very big buffed guy himself and when I said something about

it "my" cop said "Yeah, I know, that's why when HE calls for a back-up, we

know he REALLY needs it!"

[Der Wulf]

I was fortunate enough to grow up in a rural area, at a time when the cop's were not afraid for their lives.

I worked after high school, and bought my first car at 16. One of the most important accessorys was a good [loud] set of pipes, great setup for boy meets cops.

My first car was a sedate 6 cylinder with a perfectly fine [boring] exaust system that I "fixed" by substituting a piece of 3 1/2" well pipe for the muffler and tail pipe that stuck out about a foot from the rear bumper. I'd also heard that by installing a sparkplug in the pipe, I could blow flames from the end of the pipe.

My favorite thing when leaving work at 10pm, was to accelerate thru the residential area, then down shift, let the pipe "talk" for 30 sec or so, then cut the ignition, hold the gas pedal down to load the pipe with gas fumes, and hit the switch to send a charge to the spark plug. This resulted in a great flame burst and loud BOOM. A couple iterations of this got me away from the houses.

After 3 nights of this, our teen crew was on break when the Co. Sheriff walked in, stood next to me, and put his arm around my shoulder. He addressed the group saying that "he had complaints of a fire breathing monster roaring and scaring the town folks at night. Said he was real busy that night, but tomorrow night he and his deputies were going to hunt down and kill the S.O.B." He gave my shoulder a friendly squeeze, told us to "have a good night", and left. I of course, spent all night restoring the stock exaust system.

The sheriff returned the next night and made a big deal of inspecting all our cars. He finished by saying that he must have had a false report, that he really didn't think anyone would be so incredibly stupid as to pull such a stunt, but that he would keep an eye out because his dept needed a car for undercover work. He then walked over to me and asked for a favor. When I agreed he grabbed my arm and slapped on a cuff, explaining that he needed to test his technique periodicaly on a "virgin, just to keep in shape". A pat on my shoulder and he was gone, leaving my embarrassed self at the mercy of my co-workers.

After a couple other "encounters" we became as good a friends as a dumb kid and a cop could be.

:-6

[lady cop]

Hi AK...you're so sweet!... well before i joined the :yh_pig ranks , i had a very fast jaguar ...i used to blow it out to miami and the keys every chance i got, at 85 to 90 all the way. with that car it felt like 50. it was so smooth and handled like a dream :driving: once some couple from new jersey got on my bumper and stayed there for almost 300 miles because they assumed i must have cop radar...i didn't! LOL... anyway, i was stopped regularly. and NEVER got a ticket, i would always find some common ground with the cop and weasel out of it. but i lived in absolute dread of the female state trooper that was going to bag me one day and NOT be charmed! i do not recommend this terrible behavior however. it doesn't work on me!

[libertine]

I was going to school in the mid-sixties. I drove a '59 Volkswagen Bug (terrific car!) . I had to drive about 10 miles to school each day. And I drove every day.

I was also a mother with four pre-teen kids. Their grandmother gave them a 'moon wagon' . It had stick-on daisies that they applied to the front of the Bug.

The next time I drove to town, I was stopped by the state police, the county police and the city police...and I KNOW it was because of the Daisies. I didn't get any tickets. None of them could even give me a good reason for stopping me. I'm sure they thought I was a flower child gone wrong or something!

I didn't remove the flowers, however. Let them stew!! :-6

[koan]

I used to stay up all night talking to sohcahtoa in a coffee shop. We called it thirteenth coffee hour because that's about how many we would have. This was back in the old days when you could still smoke at the table.

One night a cop came in to the donut shop. When we had finished taking a photo of the contents of our purses, artfully arranged on the tabletop of course, we asked him if we could get a photo of ourselves (with a cop in a donut shop) going "way-o way-o".

He suspiciously asked "what fer?". We explained the song and he amazingly agreed. Sohcahtoa probably still has the photo somewhere.

We ran into him about a year later and he apparently was keeping an eye on us. I'd like to think it was in a kindly, protective way.

[kensloft]

Gee? I don't know if this will fit in but it happened.

Driving through Arizona we decided to check out what the signs said were the Superstition Mountains home of the lost mine. While driving along the Highway we got a flat tire.

Unfortunately we didn't have a jack so we elected to leave the girls in the car and go down by the resevoir to enjoy the sights.

A moment later we hear a car pull up. A little talk, a little giggling and the sound of the trunk opening and a jack at work. We sat there and waited listening to the hub-bub.

We felt guilty because we knew that the cowboy that was changing our tire would probably want to tatoo out heads with the tire iron.

Finally we heard the jack starting its descent and we popped our heads up and started to walk to the car.

Our first reaction was to run screaming the other way and pretend that we didn't know anything about the car because the cowboy was dressed in his police uniform.

He looked at the 2 longhairs, looked at the girls, looked back at us, shook his head and laughed while he finished lowering the car that now had four wheels that were inflated.

We knew that he was really going to give us the going over and we slowly approached the car to get our just desserts. He put his jack back in his patrol car's trunk. Started heading towards us and then he opened his car door and as he was getting in told us to get a jack 'cause the next guy might not be as nice as he was going to be.

He smiled, waved as he pulled away and we knew that there was no truth in the, alleged, fact that all cops were sob's.

Arizona Highway Patrol cops are cool.

[Bill Sikes]

Olly wrote: I surmise that the Genarmerie have it in for British drivers.


Frogs!

[kensloft]

Bill Sikes wrote: Frogs!


In Canada we would never call French people frogs. It is demeaning and inflammatory. We call them gorfs. Frog spelt backwards. It helps when you live in a French province. By the time they figure it out you are long gone.

Next time that they see you they know that there is more to you than being a blockhead (tete de bloque).

Haven't you guys been doing this thing for the past 1,000+ years? Aren't you bored with this game yet? Just because you're mad at them doesn't mean that you should remind them of their swamp singing heritage. It's not their fault that their leaders are a bit slow off the mark. It takes time to translate. They'll get it besides they're not as well off as you are if the boss cops are telling their little guys to get cash before they let you go.

A little compassion goes a long way. :guitarist

[Bill Sikes]

kensloft wrote: In Canada we would never call French people frogs. It is demeaning and inflammatory.


Yes. To frogs.

[Bill Sikes]

kensloft wrote: Haven't you guys been doing this thing for the past 1,000+ years? Aren't you bored with this game yet? Just because you're mad at them doesn't mean that you should remind them of their swamp singing heritage.


"Mad at them"? What an odd statement!

[kensloft]

Bill Sikes wrote: "Mad at them"? What an odd statement!


Please explain. It must be the cold freezing my brain.

[Der Wulf]

Another cops vs my obsession with "pipes"



My 2nd car was [of course] a V8. I searched every junkyard in 3 counties for just the right sounding mufflers, 1 sharp and raspy, the other deep and booming.



I had a favorite hill that I would speed up, then down shift, take my foot off the accelerator, and let the pipes "bark" on the down hill. One day I met a line of traffic in the other lane, about 1/3rd of the way down the hill. Yup, the 4th car was a Michigan State Police cruiser. I saw him pull off at the top of the hill to turn around. Since I was the only car in my lane, I just pulled over and cut the ignition as soon as he turned on the overheads.



Two cops exited their car, a young one came to my door, the older one examined the exaust pipes. The young one asked me to start, and rev the car. vrooom, "you can do better than that" he sez, vrooom, "cmon I wanna hear it" he sez. I had been watching the older cop with my rear view mirror, and he bent down to take a close look at the passenger side exaust, the raspy one. I turned to the young one and said " ya really want ta hear em?", young un nods head and says "yeah I do" VAROOOOOOM, BANGA DA BANGA DA BANG. The older cops head rockets up from bumper height, his hat's askew, and I swear there was smoke coming out of both ears. The young cop looked from his partner to me, he's trying unsuccesfully to not break up, he looks at me and sez "look smart ass, you need to leave right now, quietly, then dissapear, cause as soon as he can hear, my partner is going to kill you, and if I were you, I'd stay off this hill for at least a month."



As I idled away, the young cop lost it, and doubled over, approached his unsmiling partner. I took his advice, and found another route. :sneaky:

[kensloft]

Der Wolfe,

You are too much. No matter what you keep me laughing and it feels so good.

Thanks for the memories and mirth that your memories will give me for the rest of time.

[capt_buzzard]

Bill Sikes wrote: Yes. To frogs.
And the Bobbies to you Sir Bill :driving: or is it now the Old Bill that I hear the kids say?

[capt_buzzard]

lady cop wrote: Hi AK...you're so sweet!... well before i joined the :yh_pig ranks , i had a very fast jaguar ...i used to blow it out to miami and the keys every chance i got, at 85 to 90 all the way. with that car it felt like 50. it was so smooth and handled like a dream :driving: once some couple from new jersey got on my bumper and stayed there for almost 300 miles because they assumed i must have cop radar...i didn't! LOL... anyway, i was stopped regularly. and NEVER got a ticket, i would always find some common ground with the cop and weasel out of it. but i lived in absolute dread of the female state trooper that was going to bag me one day and NOT be charmed! i do not recommend this terrible behavior however. it doesn't work on me! Life seems so different in the US.

[A Karenina]

Capt, you come on over anytime.

I am really enjoying these stories. My side hurts from laughing

[Bill Sikes]

kensloft wrote: Please explain. It must be the cold freezing my brain.


Why do you think we're "mad" at the froggies?

[kensloft]

Bill Sikes wrote: Why do you think we're "mad" at the froggies?


Tickets?

[kensloft]

ScoupeSlave wrote: I have no freaking clue what the hell we are all talking about... I can't make sense of it all... but whatever.......



-SS


That's 'cause you are yanks. You don't know nuttin. Come to Canada. Where men are women and women are men. Over to you koan.

[Cass]

kensloft wrote: Come to Canada. Where men are women and women are men.
Huh? :-3



(I am all woman, baby)

[kensloft]

ScoupeSlave wrote: okie dokie.. still makes no sense..but that is alright...



-SS


Tha's 'cause you men ain't women and you women ain't men! Go figure? Darned yanks )npoticed how its's been toned down a bit so's that you guys c'in understand. Wow. Americans are dense or what.

[kensloft]

>>^..^ Huh? :-3



(I am all woman, baby)


Yah. You look like one.

[kensloft]

kensloft wrote: Yah. You look like one.


Goin' by the Amish Tech support picture? Yeah.

[koan]

kensloft wrote: That's 'cause you are yanks. You don't know nuttin. Come to Canada. Where men are women and women are men. Over to you koan.


But, kensloft, you can't expect them to understand. Our secret code takes decades to learn...and don't give anymore clues!!!! :yh_rotfl

[Der Wulf]

kensloft wrote: Der Wolfe,

You are too much. No matter what you keep me laughing and it feels so good.

Thanks for the memories and mirth that your memories will give me for the rest of time.
I think I had really special teen years. From the middle 50's to the middle 60's, hot cars, cool chicks, and before the world went nuts. I lived in western Michigan, about half way up the "hand", in a rural area with small towns,[pop 1,000-3000], 10 - 20 miles apart. Each town had it's own cop that primarily dealt with civil matters, most used their own car. There was a county sheriff with a staff of 2-4 deputies/shift. The Sheriff's dept. also dispatched the hospital ambulance, the town cops, the local volunteer fire departments, and game warden.



I never really knew why, but the county sheriff took a likeing to me, after I had grown up I asked him about it, he said it was because my [mis] adventures were a constant source of entertainment for him and the department. But then he added that the reason his daughter would not go out with me was because he absolutely forbade it.



The neat thing was that all the policemen were locals, had grown up in the area and the older ones were fathers in their own right. They were interested in keeping the peace, but were more interested in our well being than collecting scalps.



Thinking about those days are fun, and the memories still vivid. I did'nt share any of the stories with my kids until after my youngest was grown and married. Being parents themselves now, they understand why, the fun part is that now, they share their stories with me.



Twas a different time, a different place, would I do it again?, In a heart beat.

[kensloft]

koan wrote: But, kensloft, you can't expect them to understand. Our secret code takes decades to learn...and don't give anymore clues!!!! :yh_rotfl


No matter how much you try... Us Canaijuns know that you'se yankees stick togetter to make us look like we's a bunch o' canajun hicks. :-4

[kensloft]

Der Wulf wrote: I think I had really special teen years. From the middle 50's to the middle 60's, hot cars, cool chicks, and before the world went nuts. I lived in western Michigan, about half way up the "hand", in a rural area with small towns,[pop 1,000-3000], 10 - 20 miles apart. Each town had it's own cop that primarily dealt with civil matters, most used their own car. There was a county sheriff with a staff of 2-4 deputies/shift. The Sheriff's dept. also dispatched the hospital ambulance, the town cops, the local volunteer fire departments, and game warden.



I never really knew why, but the county sheriff took a likeing to me, after I had grown up I asked him about it, he said it was because my [mis] adventures were a constant source of entertainment for him and the department. But then he added that the reason his daughter would not go out with me was because he absolutely forbade it.



The neat thing was that all the policemen were locals, had grown up in the area and the older ones were fathers in their own right. They were interested in keeping the peace, but were more interested in our well being than collecting scalps.



Thinking about those days are fun, and the memories still vivid. I did'nt share any of the stories with my kids until after my youngest was grown and married. Being parents themselves now, they understand why, the fun part is that now, they share their stories with me.



Twas a different time, a different place, would I do it again?, In a heart beat.


I ain't laughin' 'cause the grin is so wide that it is achin'.

[BabyRider]

Der Wulf wrote: I lived in western Michigan, about half way up the "hand", in a rural area with small towns,[pop 1,000-3000], 10 - 20 miles apart.
Where, exactly? Sounds like Ludington, maybe Baldwin...Nirvana?? Ringing any bells, DerWulf?? That is my huntin' territory!

[capt_buzzard]

Der Wulf wrote: I think I had really special teen years. From the middle 50's to the middle 60's, hot cars, cool chicks, and before the world went nuts. I lived in western Michigan, about half way up the "hand", in a rural area with small towns,[pop 1,000-3000], 10 - 20 miles apart. Each town had it's own cop that primarily dealt with civil matters, most used their own car. There was a county sheriff with a staff of 2-4 deputies/shift. The Sheriff's dept. also dispatched the hospital ambulance, the town cops, the local volunteer fire departments, and game warden.



I never really knew why, but the county sheriff took a likeing to me, after I had grown up I asked him about it, he said it was because my [mis] adventures were a constant source of entertainment for him and the department. But then he added that the reason his daughter would not go out with me was because he absolutely forbade it.



The neat thing was that all the policemen were locals, had grown up in the area and the older ones were fathers in their own right. They were interested in keeping the peace, but were more interested in our well being than collecting scalps.



Thinking about those days are fun, and the memories still vivid. I did'nt share any of the stories with my kids until after my youngest was grown and married. Being parents themselves now, they understand why, the fun part is that now, they share their stories with me.



Twas a different time, a different place, would I do it again?, In a heart beat. Good Der Wulf, so would I

[kensloft]

angloandy wrote: sounds better with an r,nirvana .Anyway been to both USA &Canada,both good & bad,GB total ****.


Was going to comment but I won't so, if there is a comment then...?

[Cass]

kensloft wrote: Goin' by the Amish Tech support picture? Yeah.
Are you kidding? Amish women can give birth to a kid in the morning and go work in the fields in the afternoon.. they are super women

[kensloft]

>>^..^ Are you kidding? Amish women can give birth to a kid in the morning and go work in the fields in the afternoon.. they are super women


Nah. Only the Viet Namese chicks are capable of that stuff. I hear, tell that them chicks are too cool. Before I go into the next trip... ? love you bro's 'n'sisters.

[koan]

kensloft wrote: Nah. Only the Viet Namese chicks are capable of that stuff. I hear, tell that them chicks are too cool. Before I go into the next trip... ? love you bro's 'n'sisters.


My, my. Have you been into the Stella Artois? We love you too. :-4

[Der Wulf]

BabyRider wrote: Where, exactly? Sounds like Ludington, maybe Baldwin...Nirvana?? Ringing any bells, DerWulf?? That is my huntin' territory!
Actually, next county south, Oceana, altho Ludington was in my territory, and has been my base for return trips. Remember, I told you where to go trout fishing. Not what it used to be, but still pretty special.

[Der Wulf]

lady cop wrote: kensloft...clear your pms box.
Kensloft?, pms?, wow, had me fooled ........check out shower thread

[angeleyes]

Being the daughter of a cop I have more stories than time to tell them all. So if I'm allowed I will resort to bragging intead.

At 6' 4" and very well built in his younger years he was pretty much the most loved and hated cop in our town. He loved his job and was very good at it. When things got rough most of the guys on the force would stand back and let him handle things. Not because they were lazy or couldn't do it but because he loved it so much and took so much pride in making a name for himself among the bad guys.



I can remember going with him to the firing range and on simulated hostage procedures and just watching. Those times were great and scary all at the same time. We were young then(my sis and I)and didn't really know what to expect. But watching him doing what he loved and being damn good at it gave me a sense of pride I carry with me always.



When we bacame older we became "test dummies" for all his new self defense techniques. Never to hurt us but to help us learn how to defend ourselves if we should need to.



I have never been ashamed to tell anyone that my father was a cop nor will I ever be. I thank him for all that I have learned and the selfless service he has given and still gives to the town he lives in and works to keep safe. We should all be thankful that there are so many great men and women like my father and LadyCop who would give their lives to protect all of us.

To all those who will come and those who have gone: Thank you and God Bless. :yh_flag

[lady cop]

what a sweet tribute to your Dad Angeleyes! i loved it! reminds me of my kids' attitude about me being a cop...of course my three sons never got away with anything and probably hated that! :rolleyes: but last year it was a case of take your kid to work day, strictly by accident. my youngest, a college student, was visiting me. i walked outside after making him lunch, and there was a bad situation going down ,a fellow deputy at the house next door with a K9 snarling on the leash and gun drawn. i drew my gun and announced my presence as a back-up. it was intense for a couple minutes until the suspect realized there were two guns and a dog on him, the subject gave up at that point. but...my poor son had been watching from the kitchen window and was HORRIFIED! i went in the house and he had turned white as a ghost and yelled at me "MOM WHAT WERE YOU DOING, I THOUGHT I WAS WATCHING 'COPS'"??!! it really brought something home to him. and upset him too. he gained some understanding that day. don't know that he liked it much. i'm just his old mom after all!

[angeleyes]

Thank you LadyCop. We never got away with anything still don't really even though we are grown with kids of our own. He was always good at scaring off potential boyfriends too! But I think most of that comes from just being a parent and loving you kids although the badge and gun don't hurt! All you can do is respect them and love them for all they do and pray that they are with you another day longer.

[cars]

Der Wulf wrote: I was fortunate enough to grow up in a rural area, at a time when the cop's were not afraid for their lives.

I worked after high school, and bought my first car at 16. One of the most important accessorys was a good [loud] set of pipes, great setup for boy meets cops.

My first car was a sedate 6 cylinder with a perfectly fine [boring] exaust system that I "fixed" by substituting a piece of 3 1/2" well pipe for the muffler and tail pipe that stuck out about a foot from the rear bumper. I'd also heard that by installing a sparkplug in the pipe, I could blow flames from the end of the pipe.

My favorite thing when leaving work at 10pm, was to accelerate thru the residential area, then down shift, let the pipe "talk" for 30 sec or so, then cut the ignition, hold the gas pedal down to load the pipe with gas fumes, and hit the switch to send a charge to the spark plug. This resulted in a great flame burst and loud BOOM. A couple iterations of this got me away from the houses.

After 3 nights of this, our teen crew was on break when the Co. Sheriff walked in, stood next to me, and put his arm around my shoulder. He addressed the group saying that "he had complaints of a fire breathing monster roaring and scaring the town folks at night. Said he was real busy that night, but tomorrow night he and his deputies were going to hunt down and kill the S.O.B." He gave my shoulder a friendly squeeze, told us to "have a good night", and left. I of course, spent all night restoring the stock exaust system.

The sheriff returned the next night and made a big deal of inspecting all our cars. He finished by saying that he must have had a false report, that he really didn't think anyone would be so incredibly stupid as to pull such a stunt, but that he would keep an eye out because his dept needed a car for undercover work. He then walked over to me and asked for a favor. When I agreed he grabbed my arm and slapped on a cuff, explaining that he needed to test his technique periodicaly on a "virgin, just to keep in shape". A pat on my shoulder and he was gone, leaving my embarrassed self at the mercy of my co-workers.

After a couple other "encounters" we became as good a friends as a dumb kid and a cop could be.

:-6
I to grew up in a rural setting, Long Island N.Y. My first car was a 1955 convertable Ford custom with dule steel glass pack mufflers, that I added on. Real loud, especially when you let off the gas pedle and de-accelerated! It was a great car, lot of fun, especially when cramming 11 or 12 friends into it. (top down of course) They hung out all over the palce, luckily no one ever got hurt!

But the real encounter I had with the police was with my Dad's car. He had a 1957 Mercury montclair 4 barral carb. One day after washing my dads car, I was going to take it for a spin to air dry it. But before doing that I removed the "air- breather bonnet" off the engine. This gave the engine a roaring sound that could be heard a block away when excellerating. So I zoombed (roared) by the corner where I knew my friends were standing, and the all gave me the thumbs up sign.

Little did I know there was a police car parked on the side road there. Needless to say he gave chase, (He did not have the light flashing) after several blocks I

wound up in a dead end. So I got a ticket for excessively loud exhaust system, as the police officer did not want to hear excuses. Anyway, I replaced the air breather bonnet, and took the car to the original car dealership and had their mechanic verify in an affidavit that the car had the original standard equipment exhaust system un tampered with. With that in hand we went to court and showed judge the mechanics affidavit, and the judge had no other choice but to dismiss the ticket! I know it was sneaky, but I was young and not so responsible at the time. :wah:

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[Der Wulf]

cars wrote: I to grew up in a rural setting, Long Island N.Y. My first car was a 1955 convertable Ford custom with dule steel glass pack mufflers, that I added on. Real loud, especially when you let off the gas pedle and de-accelerated! It was a great car, lot of fun, especially when cramming 11 or 12 friends into it. (top down of course) They hung out all over the palce, luckily no one ever got hurt!

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We are so lucky to share a fantastic time that I'm sad to say can't ever be repeated. My greatest problem then, was to figure out whether I liked the cars or the ladys better. Fortunatly, they could be enjoyed together.



Thanks for sharing the memories. :-6