This is a stupid police story which didn't involve me going to jail, but still kind of annoyed me. One time I was out with some friends and we were heading back home. I had a couple of guys in the bed of my truck, and the rest of our friends were following us in one of the guy's brother's car. I'm going the speed limit when a cop car gets behind me and pulls me over. So I pull into a parking lot and for some reason my friends park a little ways off from my truck and the cop. The cop comes and after talking to the guys in the other car and in my bed that it's illegal to have anyone under the age of 18 in the bed of the truck, and has the guy that was under 18 move into the cab. Luckily he doesn't write me a ticket. He goes back over to the other car, which to this day I'm still not sure why they stopped when I got pulled over, and then comes back and asked me if I knew that they had a huge box of weed in their car. I tell him that I didn't, which was the truth, if my friends would have they would have told me and they're not so stupid that they actually would stop when they weren't pulled over to talk to the cops with a box of weed in the car. But it was my friend's brother's car, so for about thirty seconds I'm sweating it. Then the cops breaks into a grin and starts cracking up. Tells me that's he joking and that I'm free to go. I'm glad he didn't write me a ticket for the guy under 18 in the bed of my truck, but why do cops feel the need to mess with people?
I've got a story similar to that. I was headed to Texas City sometime during high school and my friend was following me because we had an ROTC thing to do there early in the morning. Well, we were being stupid teenagers and racing, going about 95 on the freeway. I'm in the middle lane and my friend is in the fast lane and after we pass an overpass, I see a cop just sitting there. So I know I'm busted and the exit for Nasa Rd 1 is coming up so I go to exit because I knew it would be safer than on the freeway and hopefully my friend could get away. Well he didn't know his way so instead of staying on the freeway and seeing who the cop followed, he tries to exit and has to cross the restricted area (next/almost after an exit) and almost hits the cop. We both get tickets for speeding and my friend gets a ticket for unsafe driving or something to that nature.
I have another one that involves the Katy cops, Ave D, Brookshire bros, and the drug dog but I'll save that for anohter time.
No jail time. But I did have a rookie cop in Lake Jackson draw his weapon on me because I couldn't find my insurance card. He had the classic buzz cut and all. Needless to say the judge was irate with the rook. Imagine if you will, you live 3 minutes from work. You get pulled over for "exhibition of accelleration" (they claim I squealed my tires for 5 seconds -count that out with me 1.....2....3....4....5- on a 1987 Mercury Grand Marquis while turning out of a dry pavement parking lot on the way to a stop sign - still confused to this day as to how that car could do that with no black marks... I took pictures the next day of the pavement, clean, no marks). Simply put, the car couldn't pull that off. And I hadn't even so much as chirped 'em. There was about a half mile away however a notorious drag race spot within' ear shot. A made-up, rookie claim to be sure. But when he asked if I had insurance, I couldn't find it in the glove box. He told me then "Go find it, and I'll wait here." Seeing as we were in front of the apartment complex where I lived, I said, "okay." (Now he knew my address because he had my driver's license and had already run the plates to verify). I pulled away about 300 feet. He comes in the parking lot of the apartment lights and sirens, has a back-up unit pin me in from the rear, stops in front of me and screams "hands out of the window!! Ummm, turn off the car, and thow the keys out of the window!! And Hands out of the window!" as he's pointing his glock at my dome from 20 feet away. Now I know what glocks are known for... hair triggers... and I know that rookie cops are known for that as well. So when his partner comes up beside me and recognizes me from the grocery store where I'd just left, he gives him the "lower your weapon/all clear signal" and my heart jumps back down out of my throat to my chest. He then says, "son? You do know you can't leave the scene when you're pulled over don't you? (kind of laughing)" And I responded, "Well, sure, but he told me to go get my insurance, after i had told him I live right here... and he said he'd wait there and watch me." The officer that knew me from work (i'd actually helped him in line-ups for shop lifters) immediately turned to the rookie, and said "you have to say what you mean... especially to someone with no record..." And then he kept schooling him on procedure right there for a few minutes. Well finally I ask, "can I go?" And the older cop said the rook was going to have to write me the "exhibition of accelleration" ticket, and that they would drop the rest for all the hassle. "Hassle?" I thought as I left the second spot they had me at (which by the way, by now I'd found the insurance card... and they never looked at it)... Needless to say the judge, a family friend whose kids I'd gone to school with, was steaming that the PD treated a hard working college kid with not so much as more than a d-hall in high school on his record in such a reckless and life-threatening manner. He tore up the ticket in our presence (while we showed him the pictures of the clean concrete at the alleged "burn out spot") and said, "I will handle the rookie." I never saw that cop again in my life. Looking back, I should have filed some sort of human rights violation or called the newspaper, etc... I could have had my head split by a 9mm for no reason. No telling what dime bag plant they had ready in that little po-dunk town. 16 years ago. Wow.
Haha. I've had at least three incidents I can think of where I should have gotten tickets for doubling the speed limit and have gotten away with it. One time I was on Oilfield Road going 80 (speed limit 40) when I see a cop coming towards me from the other way, lights flashing. I think I'm screwed. Cop keeps on going, apparently he was on his way somewhere more important. When I was in college I slept through my alarm one morning when I was supposed to be at work on-campus, and got a call from my boss about 45 minutes after I was supposed to be there. I get dressed and go. About half a mile from my apartment I realize that I'd forgotten my wallet and my ID, and that I wouldn't be able to get into my garage or park anywhere else on campus without it. It was a straight shot back to my apartment. I turn around and gun it, again going well over 80 in a 35 or 40. I pull into my complex and see the cop pull in behind me. I immediately pull over, knowing I'm screwed even though he doesn't have his lights on. The officer parked on the other side of the street in the complex, got out of his car, and walked off towards the office. Needless to say, I'm happily shocked and go retrieve my wallet and then go to work driving the speed limit. Another time I'm on 6 heading towards 290 from College Station. I'm tiredand trying to get home, so I'm going 95 or so. Speed limit's 70, so it's not double like the other two, but it'd still be a significant ticket. At one point I looked in my rearview mirror and see that there's a girl trailing me but keeping up. Next time I look back there's a cop behind her, lights flashing. I pull over from the left lane to the right because they're both keeping up with me, and slow down to the speed limit. The girl pulls around in front of me and then pulls over onto the shoulder while the cop slows down behind me and follows me. I decide to make him pick me or the girl, and luckily after a couple of seconds he finally pulls over to talk to the girl. I'm lucky I don't have 10 tickets or more on my record. Been driving since 2000 and somehow only have amassed 3. It's amazing how many times I've been speeding in neighborhoods and have had cops wave at me or flash me with flashlights. One time I had a cop try to turn around and chase me in a neighborhood, but luckily he got blocked by traffic and I took a sidestreet. I've toned down my driving since.
