WTF?? Rotorhead cop or just plain lucky?
 

I either met the only non-rotard police officer in the state of Texas today, or I'm just the luckiest SOB to post today.



So...My car was doing that weird thing where it decides to become a hard-tuned race car for 10 minutes for no logical reason. You know what I mean? Clutch seems friendlier, shifting at the speed of light is effortless, engine revs up faster, there's suddenly noticeable pull @ 2000rpms in 3rd gear, tires become racing slicks... you know the days.
Well, there's this road I take on the way to work - it's wide open, great visibility, near NOTHING, long & straight - I hit my 2nd gear redline there everyday on the way to work as my "redline a day keeps the carbon away" ritual.
Today, I hit my 2nd gear redline a bit sooner than I wanted, so I decided to go for 3rd while I still had road left. I get up to about 90mph when I see a big van coming the other way. The van is about 150 yards away, and there's a big, thick, curbed median between us, but I hit my brakes and give up the 3rd gear redline just to be safe; afterall, there's an break in the median coming up, and I am going 90mph in a 35.
No more than a few seconds after I hit my brakes does the van change lanes to reveal a cop car that was riding his ass. The cop slams on his brakes, turns his lights on, attempts a 30mph u-turn in his Dodge Charger, and gets up on my ass in a hurry. I pull over, and in the time it takes me to pull up on the handbrake and get my wallet out of the cupholder, the cop is already standing outside my window, fists balled, teeth grit, and giving me the look of death.
I roll down my window and he says something along the lines of: Sir, you had better have a damn good emergency to tell me about. I quickly assess my situation in hopes of formulating a good excuse. I just got off probation 3 weeks ago (for speeding), my last speeding ticket occured during my probation period (and I managed to beat the system on that one and got it disqualified as violation of my probation), I was more than doubling the speed limit in a hot-shit japanese sports car, blasting industrial music, wearing fingerless gloves, in a car with wires & shit running all through it for various electronic devices fastened to the dashboard and windshield... Yeah, I'm FUCKED.
I just admit defeat. I knew this day would eventually come, and I've prepared myself mentally to deal with all the fines/jail/penalties that may follow, so I figure the least I can do is try to lighten the mood around me to dull out the pain that is about to insue. I tell him that there was, indeed, a legitimate reason for me driving like I was, but it was by no means an emergency. The officer kind of scoffs and gives me the old "dying to hear it" reply.
I let out a sigh and a slight laugh as I realize I prepare to talk my way out of getting arrested with a variation of the horribly cliche "dur hur fast car gotta go fast" excuse.



With an embarassed smile
"You wouldn't happen to know much about cars, would you?"

He folds his arms and takes a standoffish tone
"I happen to know QUITE alot about cars, Sir."

"Really?"
I say in shock. 99.9% of the cops I've dealt with in the past don't know dick about cars.

His expression still says "FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE" but can't help but get excited over the fact that he's *actually* hearing me out on this!

I lay the decarb story on him sparing no detial from my story. I give him the super-super short version of the intracasies of rotary engine care, along with a side of "RX-8 = slow, so don't get the impression that I was trying to flex any power", and even offer some hard proof to my claims (TSBs, C&D's "grossly underpowered" comments from last month's issue, the offical Mazda maintenance tips pamphlet, etc). From start to finish he maintains his F.U. face, but he never scoffs at anything I'm saying, nor does he stop my rant.
3½ minutes later, I'm finally done with my rotary engine maintenance seminar. He just glares at me for a few seconds before saying "Sir - I really don't care."

*whimper*

He then goes off on me like a parent. I get the danger speech. Then I get the reckless speech. Then I get the "you ruined my day" guilt trip. Then I he hits me with a "must redline" != "go 70 in a 35" retort. Then some name calling insues ("are you really that stupid?"). He continues to shoot down my excuse for a good 2 minutes.
I figure that this is it. He's going to take my license, he's going to run my plates, he's going to see my record, and I'm going to go to jail. I'm just about to kill my engine and get out of the car to save this guy some unneccessary hassle and cut to the chase, when he closes his shpiel with "If you feel you 'have' to go that fast for whatever reasons, you take that shit to the highway where it's legal, and not in a 35mph zone - understood? Good - now get out of here!"


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Like I said, I'm either the luckiest person ever, or he actually agreed (to an extent) with my decision to decarb my engine on that road. I mean, nearly triple-digit speeds in a 35 and all I got was a verbal warning? That's got to be some kind of record for a long-haired 24-year-old punk kid in a Japanese car!

u lucky dog! hahahaha. :)

:beer:

Awesome...now go play the lottery tonight ;)

He listened for 3 1/2 minutes?

Wow, I would have been done after 30-45 seconds and said, "I really don't care, the only reason you got pulled over was because I haven't seen any other 8's on the road in this area for months, have a nice day."

It's a sad state of affairs here =(

Bad habits don't go away. If not today, then it's just time before you get caught. Sounds like you were already taken to the fact about this.

good job

Hmmmmmmmm...lucky........... but they will get you AGAIN eventually. I'm sure this story will replay itself in the morning on my way to work where I have the same ritual and always hit 2nd and 3rd redline on a certain stretch. BUT............I am on the highway.

Good job but....
Take his advice and take it to the hyw.

Your lucky and stupid at the same time... wtf!?!?!?lol

kind of reminds me of this...

Heading for a crash.

Industrial eh? My current 2 cds in the 8 are Ministry's the Mind is a Terrible Thing to Taste and Nine Inch Nail's Pretty Hate Machine

Got off lucky man

90mph in a 35mph arent u a playa : )

90 in a 35? Hmm...that is indeed better than my 90 on a 50, which I got away with because the cop didn't have a chance to catch up after I stepped on it instead of hitting the brakes and eventually got up to 120 and turned into my neighborhood and hid in my garage. =D

I was playing Need for Speed Most Wanted at the time too. That definitely prepared me.

2 years of owning my 8 and still no speeding ticket despite my recklessness. Nor a ticket I've had to pay for. Wewt.

much better outcome than my ticket. and i thought i was lucky. i was rushing to go pick up my gf at the metro station and i was on a 55mph highway, doing about 95. the cop is coming from the opposite direction, pulls into a crossroad thing and clocks me at 84, because i had very rapidly hit my brakes. gave him the sob story of not wanting my gf to wait around a grimy metro station and he reduced the 84, which would have been reckless endangerment, to 74. which was just a $90 fine.

he didnt say anything about my lack of a front plate either, even though i drove past him. i keep wondering that maybe if i had had it on, he would have just let me go. mebbe i should put it back on.

WoooooWWWW

Stop lieing , you obviously gave him a Bj , bitch...lol

Gotta lol at that :D:

Classic:boink:

90 in a 35!? Wow. Knocking on heavens door lately?

fingerless gloves?

Well as a Houston police officer I have to say that I've given speeders breaks on a daily basis. It all depends on the suspects actitude. Its the cocky "why did you pull me over" deminer that will get you a ticket everytime. That or maybe he was meeting some friends for lunch :) As an rx8 owner, I would have given you a break too.

Drive slower.

HOLY SHIT, that's the luckiest freaking thing I've ever heard of!


Classic...

Nice...haa haa...

Happened to me once too, texas trooper tho...

I even smelled like alcohol cause a friend at dinner spilled her drink on me...

He let me go after giving him the "It got away from me" excuse due to the gearing and lack of low end power...