VentoGixxeRider
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Man my military ID hasnt done me shit. But then again the last time I got pulled over it was before the the whole 9/11 shit.
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California Highway Patrol: nice or mean to motorists?
- Thread starter Engel-07
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Well, I didn't have any experiences with the CHP to weigh in on this topic -- that is, not until last night. I got pulled over on 280 at around 12:30 am, by a CHP officer who seemed to literally come out of nowhere.
I puleed over, took off my gloves and helmet, and covertly as possible, pulled the cheap foam plugs out of my ears. The officer walked up to me, greeted me with a very friendly, "Hey," and asked to see my DL.
He said he stopped me to run my plates and DL to see if my registration was current.
I had updated it exactly one week prior, which could have meant that the paperwork was still being processed or whatnot. But it did seem kinda odd, since I did have my new 2003 sticker applied to my plate.
But whatever . . . dispatch radioed him back to tell him that I checked out okay, so he thanked me and sent me on my way. Couldn't have been more than 5 minutes total.
The officer was very polite and friendly, so for that I give the somewhat-surreal experience a thumbs up. I just hope that's the only kind of meeting I ever have to have with the folks at the CHP.
I puleed over, took off my gloves and helmet, and covertly as possible, pulled the cheap foam plugs out of my ears. The officer walked up to me, greeted me with a very friendly, "Hey," and asked to see my DL.
He said he stopped me to run my plates and DL to see if my registration was current.
I had updated it exactly one week prior, which could have meant that the paperwork was still being processed or whatnot. But it did seem kinda odd, since I did have my new 2003 sticker applied to my plate.
But whatever . . . dispatch radioed him back to tell him that I checked out okay, so he thanked me and sent me on my way. Couldn't have been more than 5 minutes total.
The officer was very polite and friendly, so for that I give the somewhat-surreal experience a thumbs up. I just hope that's the only kind of meeting I ever have to have with the folks at the CHP.
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Dragon
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For registration? and CHP Nicknames
Even though you had current tabs? Even though you had a positive experience- that's BS. (I should say C.S.- chicken $hit). Thats up there with "I pulled you over for doing 68 in a 65 zone..."
He could just as easily have followed you and radio in your plates or at 12:30AM have his partner run your plates via their MDC (computer).
The officer was "fishing" for a DUI (being 12:30 am on a Saturday morning) and if he couldn't see your tabs he probally needs his vision checked (they are reflective). Don't get me wrong about the fishin'- the more DUI's they take of the street the safer we are.
There are only so many Carrow's and Denny's they can hang out at...
Old nicknames for CHP:
CalTrans Security
AAA with a Gun
California's Handicapped Police
Anyone know any better one's???? :grin
Interesting fact- about 20 years ago CHP were not "peace officers" and did not have the same powers... I think their badges still say "Traffic Officer"
By the way- I do have some respect for them- they have a tough job. Especially when you are told to go "play on the freeway". Not fun..... not fun at all
Dragon
Even though you had current tabs? Even though you had a positive experience- that's BS. (I should say C.S.- chicken $hit). Thats up there with "I pulled you over for doing 68 in a 65 zone..."
He could just as easily have followed you and radio in your plates or at 12:30AM have his partner run your plates via their MDC (computer).
The officer was "fishing" for a DUI (being 12:30 am on a Saturday morning) and if he couldn't see your tabs he probally needs his vision checked (they are reflective). Don't get me wrong about the fishin'- the more DUI's they take of the street the safer we are.
There are only so many Carrow's and Denny's they can hang out at...
Old nicknames for CHP: CalTrans Security
AAA with a Gun
California's Handicapped Police
Anyone know any better one's???? :grin
Interesting fact- about 20 years ago CHP were not "peace officers" and did not have the same powers... I think their badges still say "Traffic Officer"
By the way- I do have some respect for them- they have a tough job. Especially when you are told to go "play on the freeway". Not fun..... not fun at all
Dragon
Honic
New member
My version of the story...
Here is something that haooened to me a couple of months ago.
I work graves and have about a 70 mile comute each way. I left the house one night about 10:00 (in the cage BTW) and about a mile from the house a car started following me very closely, BEYOND tailgating. I kept at the speed limit which was 45 and he was right on my ass for about 2 miles. I made my turn onto a nice quiet back road and this guy continues following me. I decided I'd had enough and hit the gas. I was cackling to myself as I'm rolling through the gearbox and pulling away from this guy fast. I passed 105 and still gaining when I notice this guy wants to race. He starts pulling me in and somehere around 110 I notice a very interesting feature about this car, mainly the big red light bar on top of the car! OOPS. He has the full compliment of lights going from the light bar to the wig-wags going. Right away I'm down-shifting and pull over. I knew I was FUCKED! The limit there is 55, not that it matters at that point.
So the cop pulls in behind me and gets out of the car. He comes up to the car and to my suprise was very calm, I was waiting for SWAT to come fast-roping out of a helo. He asks me if I knew how fast I was going and I told him i had no idea. He said that that last number he was passing on the spedo to catch up was 105 but he still had to accelerate. He asked why i was going so fast and I told him i thought he was a crazed driver chasing me. He laughed and asked for my license. He took it and went back to the cruiser. About 5 minutes later he came back, told me to slow it down and have a nice drive to work.
This was the part where my jaw hit the ground and I replied "YES SIR!" He got back into the cruiser and left me there wondering what the hell just happened. Only thing I can figure is that he ran me and noticed that I have no tix, or warrents and I don't usually go around doing 110.
A bit long winded, but an interesting tale.
Honic
Here is something that haooened to me a couple of months ago.
I work graves and have about a 70 mile comute each way. I left the house one night about 10:00 (in the cage BTW) and about a mile from the house a car started following me very closely, BEYOND tailgating. I kept at the speed limit which was 45 and he was right on my ass for about 2 miles. I made my turn onto a nice quiet back road and this guy continues following me. I decided I'd had enough and hit the gas. I was cackling to myself as I'm rolling through the gearbox and pulling away from this guy fast. I passed 105 and still gaining when I notice this guy wants to race. He starts pulling me in and somehere around 110 I notice a very interesting feature about this car, mainly the big red light bar on top of the car! OOPS. He has the full compliment of lights going from the light bar to the wig-wags going. Right away I'm down-shifting and pull over. I knew I was FUCKED! The limit there is 55, not that it matters at that point.
So the cop pulls in behind me and gets out of the car. He comes up to the car and to my suprise was very calm, I was waiting for SWAT to come fast-roping out of a helo. He asks me if I knew how fast I was going and I told him i had no idea. He said that that last number he was passing on the spedo to catch up was 105 but he still had to accelerate. He asked why i was going so fast and I told him i thought he was a crazed driver chasing me. He laughed and asked for my license. He took it and went back to the cruiser. About 5 minutes later he came back, told me to slow it down and have a nice drive to work.
This was the part where my jaw hit the ground and I replied "YES SIR!" He got back into the cruiser and left me there wondering what the hell just happened. Only thing I can figure is that he ran me and noticed that I have no tix, or warrents and I don't usually go around doing 110.
A bit long winded, but an interesting tale.
Honic