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124 on the A1(M). I'd been running in a fast convoy with a friendly motorcycle, which turned out to be an unmarked police bike. He let me off because "I'm late for my tea. But if I wasn't I'd throw the book at you".
130 on the A1. Almost nothing on road going to drop girlfriend off for an early flight. I noticed lights gaining at about a mile and thought I'd shake them off. Duh. We settled on a fixed penalty, which I was glad about as He had measured my speed before I made the dunderhead shaking off attempt.
130 on the A1. Almost nothing on road going to drop girlfriend off for an early flight. I noticed lights gaining at about a mile and thought I'd shake them off. Duh. We settled on a fixed penalty, which I was glad about as He had measured my speed before I made the dunderhead shaking off attempt.
106 in a 65 in Arizona, driving thought the desert, cop car hiding behind a cactus. Wasn't sure what to expect, but it was a very friendly conversation (even got my tourist style photo with him at the end). Said if I wasn't a foreign national I'd be cuffed and spending the night in can. We were driving through the States in a yellow Camarro SS, and I don't think he wanted to ruin our holiday. Top bloke.
110 on a 2 lane motorway section. Soon as I saw the C-Max catch up with me the lights came on, and I instantly accepted my fate of a lengthy ban, consoling myself that I'd had a good innings. Asked me where I was going in such a hurry, I replied my wife and I were late for a spa day for our anniversary (which was true). I got a very stern telling off, I was very polite, apologetic and accepted full responsibility early on. He seemed to like my car and I think he actually complimented my diving as well, as given that I did a few undertakes, he said everything I did was very deliberate and well planned, and thus he knew I was used to driving at high speeds. I think it helped that I didn't try to deny that. And then he asked me what he should do with me!! I said he was in the best position to make that decision, to which he let me go. I genuinely thought it was good policing.
70 in a 40 dual carriageway. Ashamed to say it was a fully livered up Volvo which I didn't see in my mirrors. Lucky for me they hadn't followed me for long enough to issue an NIP.
110 on a 2 lane motorway section. Soon as I saw the C-Max catch up with me the lights came on, and I instantly accepted my fate of a lengthy ban, consoling myself that I'd had a good innings. Asked me where I was going in such a hurry, I replied my wife and I were late for a spa day for our anniversary (which was true). I got a very stern telling off, I was very polite, apologetic and accepted full responsibility early on. He seemed to like my car and I think he actually complimented my diving as well, as given that I did a few undertakes, he said everything I did was very deliberate and well planned, and thus he knew I was used to driving at high speeds. I think it helped that I didn't try to deny that. And then he asked me what he should do with me!! I said he was in the best position to make that decision, to which he let me go. I genuinely thought it was good policing.
70 in a 40 dual carriageway. Ashamed to say it was a fully livered up Volvo which I didn't see in my mirrors. Lucky for me they hadn't followed me for long enough to issue an NIP.
80 in a 30 .......Not really proud of it, in my 'yoof' and bombing about in my Saxo VTR. According to the police officer I left them at such a rate they thought the car was stolen, after being asked how many points i wanted on my license i cheekily asked for none. Amazingly thats exactly what i got, with just a flea in my ear and not to be so heavy on the accelerator. Admitedly this was 15 years ago......
Edit: Just remebered, again in my yoof ex and mysef had gone to dover to go to France for cigarettes and some cheap booze. Got to the 'show your passport' desk and realised we had forgotten our passports doh! It didnt matter we had plenty of time to get back to the house and back again before our ferry left. So at maximum leptons in the Saxo got back grabbed passports and then hit the motorway back to dover at more maximum leptons.......I was 10 miles from Dover when i got pulled by a marked police car who had clocked my average speed in the last mile they were following me at 109mph.....Lots of chat, being polite and i got a ticket for the lowest speed i had reached at one point in the mile..... 99.78mph....I count my lucky stars that i didnt end up with a ban lol 99.78mph must of been at the very begining of the mile as i had my foot welded to the floor trying to make the ferry on time lol
Edit: Just remebered, again in my yoof ex and mysef had gone to dover to go to France for cigarettes and some cheap booze. Got to the 'show your passport' desk and realised we had forgotten our passports doh! It didnt matter we had plenty of time to get back to the house and back again before our ferry left. So at maximum leptons in the Saxo got back grabbed passports and then hit the motorway back to dover at more maximum leptons.......I was 10 miles from Dover when i got pulled by a marked police car who had clocked my average speed in the last mile they were following me at 109mph.....Lots of chat, being polite and i got a ticket for the lowest speed i had reached at one point in the mile..... 99.78mph....I count my lucky stars that i didnt end up with a ban lol 99.78mph must of been at the very begining of the mile as i had my foot welded to the floor trying to make the ferry on time lol
Edited by snoopy25 on Tuesday 28th April 23:35
9mm said:
Liokault said:
Conversely, a friend just went to a speed awareness course for 22 in a 20. Apparently the room was full of people who had been caught in exactly the same place, St Giles in Oxford, a spot in which I may or may not occasionally hit almost 40 as it is basically three lanes each way and good visibility.
That's hard to believe. Mobile or fixed camera?
Although a 20 mph limit here is, as is often the case, ludicrous:
But, sadly, not uncommon in car-hating towns like Oxford and Brighton.
r129sl said:
130 on the A1. Almost nothing on road going to drop girlfriend off for an early flight. I noticed lights gaining at about a mile and thought I'd shake them off. Duh. We settled on a fixed penalty, which I was glad about as He had measured my speed before I made the dunderhead shaking off attempt.
He measured your speed at a mile back? Don't they have to be quite close to take your speed?caelite said:
50 in a 30 at ~11PM on a Friday night on my bike. I was respectful towards him he said he would rather spend his night catching drunk scum beating there wifes (his words) than write me up for a court summons.
How do you know he used the incorrect "there" from how he spoke?Feirny said:
caelite said:
50 in a 30 at ~11PM on a Friday night on my bike. I was respectful towards him he said he would rather spend his night catching drunk scum beating there wifes (his words) than write me up for a court summons.
How do you know he used the incorrect "there" from how he spoke?
80+ in a 40.
On the bike, en route to the Gatwick office of the company I worked for at the time, filtered to the front of a queue on the M25 to find them sweeping up the last of the debris and just about to open the motorway after it having been shut for some time.
On opening the road, I belted off with a few miles of, literally empty motorway ahead of me.. as I saw the needle sweep past 80, I was aware of a car beside me.. looked over and a traffic-pol in an unmarked car wagged his finger at me and pointed at the overhead gantries which were still showing 40.
No ticket, no pull, nothing else, just a wagged finger.
On the bike, en route to the Gatwick office of the company I worked for at the time, filtered to the front of a queue on the M25 to find them sweeping up the last of the debris and just about to open the motorway after it having been shut for some time.
On opening the road, I belted off with a few miles of, literally empty motorway ahead of me.. as I saw the needle sweep past 80, I was aware of a car beside me.. looked over and a traffic-pol in an unmarked car wagged his finger at me and pointed at the overhead gantries which were still showing 40.
No ticket, no pull, nothing else, just a wagged finger.
Not pulled but followed for nearly 20 miles by a Range Rover with the cruise set at 99. He finally gets close enough for me to realise it's a cop. Pulls alongside me sticks his blues on I slow down a touch 
. He then boots off and put his rear matrix sign on saying thank you.
Always liked Kent traffic cops
. Very sporting!
. He then boots off and put his rear matrix sign on saying thank you.Always liked Kent traffic cops
. Very sporting!Esseesse said:
He measured your speed at a mile back? Don't they have to be quite close to take your speed?
He told me he'd used VASCAR and the shadows of two bridges. I thought that a bit unlikely since it was barely first light. Anyway, that was in 2005 and I haven't been done since.I was on my way home from a conference on a Sunday morning. Went to overtake a few cars on the motorway and ended up doing circa 95mph. One of the cars was an unmarked Insignia, I pulled back in and he got infront of me, sign in the back window popped up saying 'police slow' and I flashed him went back down to 70ish and on his way he went.
I had a lot of respect for him for not pulling me over. Motorway was clear bar a few cars so wasn't exactly reckless but he was well within his rights to pull me over.
I had a lot of respect for him for not pulling me over. Motorway was clear bar a few cars so wasn't exactly reckless but he was well within his rights to pull me over.
Cliftonite said:
9mm said:
Liokault said:
Conversely, a friend just went to a speed awareness course for 22 in a 20. Apparently the room was full of people who had been caught in exactly the same place, St Giles in Oxford, a spot in which I may or may not occasionally hit almost 40 as it is basically three lanes each way and good visibility.
That's hard to believe. Mobile or fixed camera?Although a 20 mph limit here is, as is often the case, ludicrous:
Well, as I pointed out, it's hear say from a friend, belive if or don't, but it would be a really pointless thing to fabricate.
But, sadly, not uncommon in car-hating towns like Oxford and Brighton.
Nothing particularly noteworthy, got pulled over for doing 50 in a 40 and 81 in a 70, I was polite and honest (no excuse, I was driving too fast) and got sent on my way. In both instances the advice was pretty much "don't be a dick, go away".
When I bought my VX220 (my first convertible) in the heights of summer, I exited some roadworks on the motorway and planted the throttle. I sat at about 90 when I then noticed the marked Police car next to me. I looked over and the copper gave me the generic "what are you doing?" look and hand gesture. I bowed my head and slowed to 70 - he laughed and drove off.
I also remember driving on an industrial estate and taking a very open corner quite sideways. Two coppers were walking down the pavement on my side and saw me exit the corner at a fairly respectable angle - one of them stepped into the road and beckoned me to halt. I pulled up, expecting a bit of verbal and a ticket - only to be told "I think your foot slipped off the clutch on that corner, didn't it? Don't do that again." He then walked away and I drove off - although embarassingly I hadn't noticed the adjacent traffic island and proceeded to kerb my alloy driving off. Since then, I've taken that corner at <10mph.
When I bought my VX220 (my first convertible) in the heights of summer, I exited some roadworks on the motorway and planted the throttle. I sat at about 90 when I then noticed the marked Police car next to me. I looked over and the copper gave me the generic "what are you doing?" look and hand gesture. I bowed my head and slowed to 70 - he laughed and drove off.
I also remember driving on an industrial estate and taking a very open corner quite sideways. Two coppers were walking down the pavement on my side and saw me exit the corner at a fairly respectable angle - one of them stepped into the road and beckoned me to halt. I pulled up, expecting a bit of verbal and a ticket - only to be told "I think your foot slipped off the clutch on that corner, didn't it? Don't do that again." He then walked away and I drove off - although embarassingly I hadn't noticed the adjacent traffic island and proceeded to kerb my alloy driving off. Since then, I've taken that corner at <10mph.
Edited by sebhaque on Wednesday 29th April 23:33
I received the call that everyone dreads, my mother saying that Dad had fallen and hit his head and had been taken to Worthing General as the paramedics could not wake him up. It was a Sunday morning at 6am. I grabbed my phone and jumped in may car from Heathrow. The roads were almost empty and I was making good progress until I came off the A23 where you come the roundabout and it's left for Worthing and straight on for Briton. I turned left and came to the next roundabout then bombed it up the hill on the dual-carriageway.
Up ahead there was one solitary car; a black 5 series BMW which was hogging the outside lane. Stressed, I waited behind for what seemed like eternity then decided to undertake it as the driver appeared oblivious to me behind. I think we were doing about 90 up the hill so I changed down a gear to shorten my overtake time then undertook.. I also gave 'the bird' at the "typcial BMW driver" or so I thought. Just as I had tucked back in to the outside lane.. the blue lights in the grill came on and suddenly I realised I was done for
I felt my entire life dissapear before me, I would lose my job, my house - everything. I pulled over immediately at the bottom of the hill in a service lay by. Took the keys out and met the officer as he opened the door. I asked if I could sit in the back of his car and have a chat; he was not expecting that! As I opened the rear door there was another officer in the passengers seat. "If you sit on my hat I will kill you" he said sternly. I told them why I was driving like an idiot and said I admit to everything but I needed to get to the hospital. They showed me my speed on the video, asked for my documents then asked what hospital and which ward. There was a silence whilst the officer in the passengers seat pondered, then he said, "Do you have any idea how many dead motorists we scrape off the road each year in sports cars?". I replied "No". He said, "Go on your way, if I ever even see this car again it's going to get stopped so you better be 100% squeaky clean. Do not speed ok?" Still in utter shock I apologised and thanked repeatedly like a lunatic that had been spared his life. I climbed back into my car and as I pulled away the rear tyres broke traction so I wheel-spun past the officers. I did the 1st to 3rd to 5th thing and just watched the mirror to see if they would follow me.. they didn't.
It's not everyday that you can say you undertook an un-marked police car on a dual carriageway at over a hundred whilst giving them the bird in a red Porsche
Dad died a week later and never recovered from his coma but I was there when mum needed me most and I have to thank the officers for their lenience. Those that I had told the tale to say it was a miracle; they're not wrong - Dad was a vicar so I guess that might have something to do with it! That incident is engraved in my concious and is a reminder every time I think about doing silly speeds. I consider myself to be exceptionally lucky 
Up ahead there was one solitary car; a black 5 series BMW which was hogging the outside lane. Stressed, I waited behind for what seemed like eternity then decided to undertake it as the driver appeared oblivious to me behind. I think we were doing about 90 up the hill so I changed down a gear to shorten my overtake time then undertook.. I also gave 'the bird' at the "typcial BMW driver" or so I thought. Just as I had tucked back in to the outside lane.. the blue lights in the grill came on and suddenly I realised I was done for
I felt my entire life dissapear before me, I would lose my job, my house - everything. I pulled over immediately at the bottom of the hill in a service lay by. Took the keys out and met the officer as he opened the door. I asked if I could sit in the back of his car and have a chat; he was not expecting that! As I opened the rear door there was another officer in the passengers seat. "If you sit on my hat I will kill you" he said sternly. I told them why I was driving like an idiot and said I admit to everything but I needed to get to the hospital. They showed me my speed on the video, asked for my documents then asked what hospital and which ward. There was a silence whilst the officer in the passengers seat pondered, then he said, "Do you have any idea how many dead motorists we scrape off the road each year in sports cars?". I replied "No". He said, "Go on your way, if I ever even see this car again it's going to get stopped so you better be 100% squeaky clean. Do not speed ok?" Still in utter shock I apologised and thanked repeatedly like a lunatic that had been spared his life. I climbed back into my car and as I pulled away the rear tyres broke traction so I wheel-spun past the officers. I did the 1st to 3rd to 5th thing and just watched the mirror to see if they would follow me.. they didn't. It's not everyday that you can say you undertook an un-marked police car on a dual carriageway at over a hundred whilst giving them the bird in a red Porsche
Dad died a week later and never recovered from his coma but I was there when mum needed me most and I have to thank the officers for their lenience. Those that I had told the tale to say it was a miracle; they're not wrong - Dad was a vicar so I guess that might have something to do with it! That incident is engraved in my concious and is a reminder every time I think about doing silly speeds. I consider myself to be exceptionally lucky I e done a few silly things before touch wood never been caught.
Worst/luckiest I'd say was in my RS6 C5 I'd just Merced out in 4th gear (you can do the maths based on those gear ratios) and spotted BIB .... I hit the brakes as hard as I could and still passed them at 90mph/slowest I could get down to then down to 60mph for a 70mph road and slow lane. They were beside me for a good mile with the passenger BIB giving an extremely stern view.
Luckily for me they didn't /couldn't have caught me - still I was s
tting bricks
Worst/luckiest I'd say was in my RS6 C5 I'd just Merced out in 4th gear (you can do the maths based on those gear ratios) and spotted BIB .... I hit the brakes as hard as I could and still passed them at 90mph/slowest I could get down to then down to 60mph for a 70mph road and slow lane. They were beside me for a good mile with the passenger BIB giving an extremely stern view.
Luckily for me they didn't /couldn't have caught me - still I was s
tting bricks About 14 years ago, on a very quiet Coventry ring road at about midnight I had a tussle with a chap in a 205 GTI (me in my 16v Corrado) - and as I was sailing past well over double the speed limit for the road (90 in a 40), I happened to glance in the rear view mirror to see a police car approaching at speed. I almost crapped myself there and then, but he went past me and after the Peugeot.
Thinking I'd got away with it I foolishly took the same exit that they had only to find myself stopped at some traffic lights when the copper appeared from round the corner and gestured that I should come have a chat with him. Gave me a bking, but nothing more. I certainly took it a lot easier from then on. And kept a closer eye on my mirrors
Thinking I'd got away with it I foolishly took the same exit that they had only to find myself stopped at some traffic lights when the copper appeared from round the corner and gestured that I should come have a chat with him. Gave me a b
king, but nothing more. I certainly took it a lot easier from then on. And kept a closer eye on my mirrors Edited by Chicane-UK on Monday 4th May 21:27
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