Back in 1984, I was driving down I-15 between Blackfoot and Pocatello on a Sunday afternoon. Not a car was in sight and I was airing out my 1983 Mustang GT (the fastest thing made in the US that year) and doing about 100.
I look in the mirror and here comes another Mustang and he’s catching me. I speed up to about 120 and he keeps coming. When he got about 10 car lengths back he moved over to the left lane and I saw the “gift wrapping” on the side (two white diagnonal stripes) and knew that it was one of the new 1984 “Copstangs” and I was burned.
I let off the gas and he hit the lights. I pulled over and he got out and, after checking the license and registration, he just said, “I can catch you.”
I said, “Yes you can.”
He said, “Don’t make me have to again. Now have a nice day.”
I will always have a warm place in my heart for the ISP.
GREAT story!
No way as interesting, or as fast, but going down I-95 several years ago I was stuck in the left lane in South Carolina behind a plain jane Camaro going 79, holding up the left lane that wanted to do more for miles.......
I have an eagle eye for spotting unmarked cars - and this was not one for sure - no antennae in sight, nary a mark....no hidden light bar.....
Finally the right lane cleared, and I started to pass him on the right doing about 80. All of a sudden I hear “Whoop, whoop, whoop” of a cop siren - but not a cop to be seen anywhere! Where was that sound coming from?
I looked to the Camaro on my left just as the SC trooper put on his hat - and shook his head vigorously while mouthing, “No no no no!” so clearly I could almost hear the words! I’ll never forget his face.
I knew I was dead meat - 80 in a 70.
I slowed down waiting for him to hit his hidden lights and pull behind me.
Instead, he continued on at 79mph and got off at the next exit.
A year later, I’m back on the same part of I-95, only in my truck pulling a trailer with 2 Harley’s in it. I noticed a strap broke and one bike was leaning a bit, so I pulled over to fix the problem.
About a minute after I pulled over, an SC trooper pulled in behind me, lights flashing, and asked if I needed help.
Yup. It was the same trooper. He then told me how close the nearest Walmart was where I could get some more straps. Nicest guy.
No - didn’t tell him I was the guy a year before when he was in the Camaro.
BUT, goes to show there are still plenty of great cops out there.....
Oh - couple more tidbits. I’ve been pulled 4 times in the last 4 months - nary a ticket. And only one caution to “slow down through here...” In fact, twice, the first words out of two different cops mouth (one state, one county) were exactly the same - “I APOLOGIZE!” Both because the cops were in error pulling me and realized it as soon as they got close to a dealer loaner car and my old F-150.......last one, a VA state trooper had never seen a totally legal Euro tag that I had on the front of my Cayman S - he ended up taking a photo of it for his buddies.....
For sure I’ve been fortunate and blessed to run into the “good guys”.....