[B_Wayne]

So I am having this hard time keeping my temp plates on my bike. Tell me if anyone else has had this problem. The undertail of the bike (aftermarket) has a bracket for my license plate. For some reason the plate keeps bending back towards the front of the bike, and the bottom of my plate hits my tire when I hit a bump. I almost lost my temp plate the other day, and had to pull over and grab it off the back (it was hanging on by a thread). I pulled into College Park (University of Maryland) to meet a buddy and to fix my license plate. I wasnt half way to my destination on campus when I got pulled over for no plate. I knew what it was before the officer came to me, so I promptly turned off the bike, pulled off my helmet and sat queitly waiting for him. He came up and did the license/registration thing, and came back a couple of minutes later. (I had handed him my military ID with my license) He said "Sgt, I'm sure glad this bike isnt stolen, that would have blown my mind." I give him the no sh*t look and say "hell i'm glad its not stolen either!". He writes me a warning and I was on my way.

Weird to get pulled over on a bike though. Anybody else want to share their first pull over stories on their bike?

 

[themeatmanlandry]

Not a good one, but here's my first one:

I'm cruising down the highway, within a year of getting the bike. It was a 4-lane divided hwy with a real wide median. I'm tooling through traffic, making a DAMNED good clip, when I look in the mirror and see a cop with the gumball machines on. He's got to be almost a mile back, and I could have easily gotten away, but I've never been a felon before (well . . .) and I wasn't going to start now. I released my death-grip on the fast handle and slowed to a comfortable pace.

He gets right behind me (of course). I got left and stopped in the median (I decided to go left just to get his heart going). I kill the engine, dismount and start taking me helmet off. He walks up to me withthe cop's smirk and says, "Good morning. How fast you going today?" I told him that I honestly had no idea . . . the speedos on Japanese bikes are notoriously inaccurate.

He says, "Well, I don't know either. These guns don't really pick up those bikes that well. I knew that either you or that car were rolling pretty fast and well . . . you know . . . I stopped the bike. Stereotypes. Most likley you were the faster of the two."

(duh . . . 'that car' has yet to pass us, Dr. Observation)

He continues, "I'm not going to write you a ticket. I just felt that I should stop you and give you a warning. Like I said . . . I don't know how fast you were going, but I bet you have some idea. Slow down."

Best guess: 115? 125?

Kicker: I was in my fire district, and he was a town cop. I had my FD T-Shirt on. All I had to do was un-zip and let 'er show.

Double-edged sword:
1) Most likely wouldn't get a ticket no matter what. Small towns LOVE nepotism.
2) My Chief would literally fry me if he had any idea. I'd get hosed every drill, I'd get the nastiest jobs after calls, etc.


I have also left a light and opened it up in 2nd gear . . . only to have some smart-a$$ keeping pace (well . . .as much as a cage can) . . . when I slow to let them catch up for 'the throttle goose,' I take a look to see what kind of car is trying to keep up: Unmarked Cruiser!! :shock:

He gave me the horizontal-hand-moving-in-an-up-and-down-fashion, as if to say "Slow it down."


Oooooh!!! Almost forgot about deputy dog and his beer gut. I posted about that. I'll find the link and re-share.

[EDIT: From the other post]
I have this ‘path’ that I usually ride (almost every Saturday and Sunday morning). I leave my house, cross the highway, and immediately hit the curvy roads that run up and down the bluffs north of Memphis. Saturday morning, I changed it up a bit, by going south first, then north . . . anyway. As I rounded a corner on one of the rural, curvy roads that I ride on, there’s a white car parked in the other lane. As soon I round the corner, it lights up like a Christmas Tree . . . a freaking blue one.

I pull alongside the car (which is facing the opposite direction) and look in to see a fat, shirtless, hillbilly cop. I’m a fireman, and I’m in my own district, so I know exactly who this guy is. He’s a badass to put it lightly. He’s an undercover narc, whose brother was shot and killed two years ago during a drug sting gone bad. He ahs a very bad attitude about life in general, let alone his job. Anyway . . .

I have my helmet on, so he doesn’t recognize me as one of the local firemen. He looks at me and says, “Slow it DOWN!!” He YELLS (screams?) the word “down.” Okay, that scared the crap out of me. For those of you that don’t know (all of you) Tipton County is one of those backwards, Deliverance-type counties, where the cops do what they want to whoever they want. I slowly shook my head “yes,” and rode off as slow as the bike was capable of. I could see where his tires had run over the dewy grass from the house he was parked in front of. It is apparently his house, as the tire marks lead up to the garage, which is usually closed (to hide his undercover wheels, I’m guessing).

Evidently, I have been shooting past his house (it’s in a straight) almost every Saturday for the last couple of years . . . and he’s tired of it. I don’t blame him. When I passed his house on Sunday, I went 35 mph, and I think that’s a pretty good speed for that area . . . now.
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It ain't his house. He lives down the street. This happened pretty early in the morning, yet his car had obviously just left that other residence. Maybe he has a girlfriend there.

 

[stevie c]

My first pull happened like this...
...I was riding down a dual carriageway in the outside lane passing traffic.All the vehicles were pulling into that lane too as up ahead the inside lane was coned off by the police because a truck had broken down.
I was nearly at the coned area in a queue of traffic when a truck on the inside lane thought that the space I was in was empty because he didnt look properly, I could see his face in his mirror so assumed he could see me...?!
He swung over and I swerved to the right, then he saw me and waved to apologise and he waved me past him because he had forced me over the solid line.
As I pulled in front of him on the central reservation the police looked up at me and thought I was just trying to beat the traffic, so he signalled for me to pull in.
Fair enough though when I explained what happened he was OK, and I just got a 'producer', thats when you have 7 days to take you documents to the police station,insurance,ownership and valid MOT certificate.

 

[Superbird]

Run *cough* If he dint see your plate....

 

[JES883]

Was riding with a buddy on Harley's. It was about 11:00 at night. We were going to a birthday party. Traffic was heavy. We were stuck in LONG line of vehicles cruising about 50 in a 40. It was a four-lane road, and the other lane going the same direction was moving faster than our lane.

After an intersection, the car that was behind us turned, leaving a county sheriff (Wayne County) directly behind us. As soon as we got past the intersection, on went the lights and loud-speaker.

We pulled over single file to the curb on a side street. The cruiser pulled up about 20 feet behind. An older cop came and asked us for license/reg/proof of insurance. After we pulled that our and gave it to him, he went back to his cruiser. I looked off behind and to the left, and standing in the grass is a younger cop with his damned service revolver pulled and held in a "ready" position. I was nervous.

Well, turns out, my buddy was wearing "club" colors, and that was what they were concerned about. It was a harrassment stop. He got ticketed for improper display of plate, improper brake light, expired proof of insurance documentation (he had insurance).

I got nothing.

 

[SoCalMike]

Excelent oppertunity to give both your buddy, and the cops the proverbial "Bird."

 

[LayinLo]

I've been stopped three times in one day.

The first time I was on the way to my grandpa's house to help him move some yard timbers around his pond. I had just ridden a stand-up for about three blocks and had to set it down because there was a car wanting to turn in front of me and I figured I better play it safe. About half a mile up the road I get pulled over. The officer takes my license, firefighter I.D., and military I.D. He comes back and says have a good day Mr. LayinLo, we were checking to see if your bike was stolen. Wheww, I thought he got me for the wheelie.

2nd stop, I'm pulling into my granpa's neighborhood when I see the lights. I was only doing 5 over the speed limit. The officer takes all my I.D.'s and returns about 10 minutes later. He says, "We got report of a yellow bike pulling tricks but you don't quite match the description." I'm thinking, "Good. Cuz I wasn't even pulling any tricks for the past 10 miles."

3rd stop is on the way home. It seems that some guy and his girlfriend are riding way over the speed limit. The officer stops me and gets my I.D.'s and comes back with this story, "Mr. LayinLo, it seems we are looking for a Shane ***** and his bike description matches yours. Someone saw him and his girlfriend riding faster than the speed limit." I instantly get annoyed. I look down at my I.D. and reply, "Nope, I'm not Shane *****, I got my name changed last year but it wasn't Shane, It was Ferguson." The cop doesn't laugh. I then turned and looked at my passenger seat and look back at the officer and say, "I guess she fell off." :lol: He didn't laugh then either. He says, "Have a good day, Mr. LayinLo."

 

[finch20th]

first time was like 3 days after i got the GS me and my buddy were down on the local campus crusin' the campus when we stop at a stop sign and talk and then turn left.... and before we turned i looked forward and i saw a campus pig.... so i turned didn't think about it... for i had done nothing wrong, so i turn and before i could even get straight after the turn lights and sirens, and i was like man come on... so he gets out asks for the normal stuff... and he says do you know why i pulled you over? no you got me before i could turn the corner.... well you have no plate. i know i just got the bike 3 days ago, you don't get temp plates in WI.... i havea plastic plate that says licence applied for... the good old platic one you get from the dealer that says you applied for you plates... an i was like fine so i sit on the curb for like 15 min.. he comes back and is like i 'm going to give you a warning for not putting down your visor... :shock: :evil: i was pissed so i put on my helmet and flip down the visor and fog it up good, then take it off and say wow i wonder why i had that up maybe because if it was down i couldn't see... he got red in the face, and was started to walk backwards, i was really pissed, cause he was trying to get me for anything that he could.... i asked him if had ever rode a bike he sais well no... you think that it fogs up on you when stop @ a stop sign... he said that he was sorry and he was just doing his job... i said you suck at it and u should not be trying to get me for anything that you can, and worry about people that are really breaking the law... by this time he had walked backwards about 15 to 20 feet... i said give me my warning and let me go... he was damn scared of me... i don't usually do that type of stuff but he was being a *****... anyways he got in his car and left.... i rode on

i forgot to tell you this cop was like 5'1" tall he was tiny!!!
me i'm not 5'11" 260lbs

 

[finch20th]

second time for speeding was fun... i was going 20-30 over before i got to the spot where i saw the cop was... the spedo said 67 i was in a 45. i knew he was going to pull me over... so i pulled over right away took off all my stuff sat and waited by my bike... finally the cop comes over the hill and pulls behind me... give him my id.. he says how fast were you going i said i don't know what did you clock me at he say 75 i said my spedo said 65... he says i knew you knew how fast you where going... he starts to say but i bet you were going alot faster then that , these bikes can really get up and go... i laugh, i said it's a 500 inline twin... it's slow it has 45 hp not 115 like most bikes...smiles gets in his car and comes back... he has a brown ticket in his had i was like YES. (means a warning) he said i see that you have a ticket 2 1/2 years ago for 22 over (got it droped to 7 over) i said yeah he said tell me about it... i said wrong place at the right time... in a car testing out some new parts that wee put on the gf's car... so he is like here is ur warning have a SLOW rest of the day...

damn lucky!!!

 

[87gsxrnut]

Was it 96 in a 55, or 80 in a 30 . . . can't remember . . . long time ago . . .

- Nut

 

[SDSUsnowboards]

Somehow, against all odds, I'm ticketless still. Only a matter of time before I'm a cop and then I'll supposedly be invulnerable to tickets in my county-- probably city.

BTW, according to one of my CJA professors, you cannot be forced to attend an appearance in another county for a speeding ticket if a number of things happen.
When you get the ticket, you can request a county C. Basically, that's a request to have your appearance in a court in your own county. You will be refused. Write "requested county c, refused". you get home and arrange a few things with the courts and or county police. I forgot the details and will ask my prof next time we have class. But the point is, it's apparently easy to get out of tickets.

 

[Samsonskeg]

will this work in NY

 

[Samsonskeg]

probably not, but hey you never know!! find out more about this county c!!

 

[Gixxerdale]

I can't remember mine, it was a few lifetimes ago! :evil:

 

[c50tiger]

First ticket I ever got was on my second bike when I was 19. And it was exactly 25 minutes after I picked it up (never got a ticket on the first one, it was too [email protected] slow). I had left the dealership where I traded bikes, rode back to my apartment, and then headed to the courthouse to get my tag. Made it two blocks from my apartment when the cop turned in behind me and immediately lit me up. I even showed him the dated reciept for the bike, and he still wrote me a ticket. Went to the courthouse, showed them the paperwork for the bike and the ticket... probate judge dismissed it.

2 months later, riding to class in a downpour, a traffic light between my apt. and campus was apparently malfunctioning (or was it?) - the yellow lasted approximately 3/10ths of a second. I was 10 feet from the intersection when it went to yellow, and before I crossed the plane of the intersection it was red. 30mph, wet roads.. not a chance I was going to stop in less than a foot. And wouldn't you know it, a cop was sitting at the light. I asked him if he had noticed the yellow was running a bit short, which of course he denied. I videotaped the light running through several changes for several days and took that to court with me. The judge still slapped me with the fine. But two days later the light was fixed.

Then there was the time I slid into the rear of a deputy's car..... I'll save that one for the inevitable 'equipment failure' thread

 

[Nexus242]

So far it hasn't happened but my street in front of my complex is speed trap area. Got tagged in the Civic a while back so I keep it at 40mph or less on the bike coming over the crest and going down the other side.

 

[cracKness]

Today, actually. Late for work. Turned right on to 3 lane (Major)street. Car in my lane was coming up kinda fast, so I turned onto street, kinda fast. Switched over 1 lane, switched over once more to the furthest left lane to start slowing down. Shift my view to full straight ahead (wasn't there initially since I was switching lanes (going left). Corner of my right eye: see what must have been 4 police motorcycles parked. Immediately thought "oh sh*t." Saw cop pull out after me in right mirror. stopped motorcycle, turned it off, took off helmet, dismounted, gave license and registration. Got ticket. 61 in a 40.

Cops suck.

 

[Hardware]

I was going to say I've never been stopped on a bike, but then I recalled that I got waved over once by a parked motorcycle cop here in Tokyo for moving from a right turn lane into the straight lane and pulling ahead of a line of stopped cars.

I was riding with a co-worker, we were lost and at the last minute he decided we needed to go straight instead of turn right.

The cop took a long time explaining (in Japanese - which neither of us spoke) and using lane diagrams (which he drew on an envelope) the error of our ways.

No tickey though...

 

[Hardware]

Then there was the time I DIDN'T get stopped.

I'll explain...

There's a park where the cops like to set up a speed enforcement project most Sunday mornings. They'll have one cop sitting in a lawn chair using radar at the crest of a hill. He radios the speed to a site about 200 yards down the road. Here, they'll have a bunch of traffic cops, a police van set up as an office, a couple of pylon cordoned parking slots (for offending vehicles) and at least one motorcycle cop set up to pursue.

Anyway, I was stopped at a light at the bottom of the hill leading up to the aforementioned hillcrest. I was lane-sharing with a guy on a dual purpose bike.

When the light changed we started through the intersection. The other guy started to weave considerably and it looked like he was going to sandwich me between himself and the steel fence at the edge of the sidewalk. I decided to use the Hayabusa's strengths to my advantage and got on the gas a bit to get away from chucklehead.

The run up through the tach felt good and I did a quick upshift, just enjoying the sensation...

Anyway...I crested the hill and suspecting the cops would be set up there, I rolled off the throttle, just as the lawn chair ensconced cop got a radar lock on me .

I started changing lanes (to prepare to pull over) and as I approached the processing location, I saw a string of about five cops running out across the street waving their arms at me to stop.

I was gearing down and looking for the gap in the pylons where I should pull in for them when they all dropped their arms dejectedly, sauntered off the road and waved me on.

I suspect that once I passed the lawn chair guy he saw my license plate (diplomatic) and called off the hounds. Plus, I was obviously pulling over for them and not being a dickhead. Possibly lawn chair man also saw a wildly weaving dual purpose coming up the road behind me.

 

[themeatmanlandry]

Only a matter of time before I'm a cop and then I'll supposedly be invulnerable to tickets in my county-- probably city.

That's what we want to read in the ticket thread.

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