This happened to my college roommate, Brian. He had a Dodge Charger (mid 70's model I think). Brian left me and some friends to run an errand. He drove a block to the stop sign....stopped, then made a right hand turn and 'lit 'em up'. And promptly got pulled over in full site of the rest of us. We watched him standing next to his car as the officer spoke with him then sent him on his way.

Later we asked what happened. He relayed their discussion:

Officer: So is there an emergency?

Brian: No Sir.

Officer: Did you hit some loose gravel back at the corner?

Brian: No Sir.

Officer: Did your foot slip off the brake?

Brian: No Sir

Officer: So what happened?

Brian: I was just horsing around.

Officer: Well, keep it under control. Have a nice day.

Brian: Yes Sir.

Honesty is the best policy.

At least his spinning wheels were intentional. I recently got pulled over after my tires slipped on the white painted strip at a stop light... in a Toyota Corolla. It had been raining and the white paint, when it gets wet, negates any friction from the asphalt. Doesn't take much for tires to spin.

The officer was trying to read me the riot act, telling me how dangerous it was to do that "stuff", and that I could get into real trouble. I'm 54. I tried to keep as blank a face as I could while he ran through his spiel. I'm not sure he realized that I'm not a teenager, but hey, it made me feel young again for a bit. He ran my license and returned it after he realized that he didn't have much to cite me on.

A man and his wife get pulled over.

Officer: You were going 10 mph over the speed limit and you're not wearing your seatbelt.

Man: I unfastened the belt to get my license out of my pocket.

Officer, to wife: Is that what happened?

Wife: (Quietly) Yes.

Officer, to wife: Are you sure?

Wife: I never disagree with my husband when he's been drinking.

On a recent business visit to Austin Texas I got pulled for speed.

I stopped, wound down the window, and the office did his speech who he was etc, and asked did I have any reason for speeding!

I replied, "No I do not!"

He was take aback by my answer, and paused to collect his thoughts, and said "Oh!"

He took my license and the rental car details, including insurance, ran them and came back with, "Please stick to the speed limits Sir, have a nice safe day!"

I had a 66 Chevelle SS that I had invested quiet a bit of money into for street and strip pleasure. I mostly obeyed the traffic laws and drove carefully knowing that the car was watched a lot. I stopped at a stop sign and noticed across the road a front yard full of youngsters, they were yelling at me to get on it. I ignored them and made a very slow right turn, having a posi-trac rear-end the inside tire made a couple of small squeaks as I made the sharpe turn, immediately a police car was behind me with sirens and lights a-flashing. This was a setup, the officer lived in the house where the kids were yelling at me to get on it. He was parked in his driveway partly hidden by his house. I tried to explain the reason for the tire squeak but he was'nt having any of it, I guess he had to save face in front of all of the youngsters playing at his house.

The judge wasn't having it either, I was charged with wreckless driving.

I still wonder if the fact I was white and the officer and children were black had anything to do with my exsperience?

And then there is the fun of being stopped so the nice officer can look at your car.

I was approaching a small town at the bottom of a long grade in the mountains and I had reduced my speed to the speed limit of 35 mph.

I hadn't gotten 1 mile inside the city limits when I was pulled over by a Barney Fife looking cop.

I scrolled down my window,kept my hands on top of the steering wheel,and put on my best whipped puppy dog face.

"Do you know the speed limit in this town?"

"Yes sir 35."

"Well,you were doing 36 and I have to give you a ticket."

"A ticket for 1 mile over?"

"Yup"

When he began to write the ticket,a fly began to buzz around his face,and he brushed it away,but it kept coming back.Aggravated,he said that was the most irritating fly he had ever seen.

I said that it was a Zoom Fly.

"What is a Zoom Fly"? he asked.

"A Zoom Fly is a fly at a horse stable that zooms around a horse's arse and the horse will brush him away with his tail,but he never gives up and keeps coming back."

"So you are calling me a horse's arse because I am giving you this ticket?"

"No Sir.I'm not calling you anything,but you can't fool them flies."

Hit the brakes? Are you not?