Don't ask me why, but I have a couple.
In High school, flew past a cop taking radar on Ward Parkway In Kansas City, about 130 on my Honda Interceptor, Turn on the lights as I was still approaching him, gave him a look, but did'nt let off. Drove another 6-7 blocks took a left, then a right, then a left, ducked into a driveway, pulled up the garage door and rolled in, shut the door, like I owned the place. He went by real slow with the light searching for me.
Stayed there about 20 minutes. Just when I was about to leave, some old dude opened the garage door, and told me the cops are gone, you can leave now. I thanked him and pushed my bike out to the street. Went by the next day and mowed his lawn, and left him a note of thanks, something about being young to once.
Then.......
When I was about 21 I was driving my mustang to a SCCA race in Oklahoma. Out of OK city at 4:00 am, I decided to drop the hammer, about 145 mph, off in the distance I could see headlights approaching, but thought what he hell, whats the chance, sure enough Oklahomas Finest State Highway Patrol, passed him going 145 indicated. he stood on the brakes, and turned around. I got off one of the exits a few miles down. and hid under the underpass. I could hear him go over and keep going, So I went to the local Burger King to wait for it to open. About 1 hour later they were just about ready to open when I got bum rushed by 5 Staties with guns drawn. After being detained, and cuffed, and yelled at , the field Sargent? showed up and asked the cop if he had my plate number, which I knew he didn't at 145. So they let me go.
Last one, and this I got screwed, which only makes up for the ones I got out of or ran away from.
Going home (Massachusetts) on RT 495, which is a circumferential three lane highway around the west side of Boston. About 5:00pm Friday night, I get pulled over (in the fast lane) in my company van (no decals dark blue commercial tags), the guy says "license and registration" Which I have ready for him. Then he asks "do you know why I am stopping you?", I said "actually no" . You were going 71 in a 65. Really, I say. So let me get this right, you stop me for going 6 mph over the limit on a Friday Night on a highway that every Cape Cod tourist speeds on. Are you serious. He says yes. I say, 'I'll bet you the ticket that the next ten cars traveling in the fast lane are all over 75 mph. So he says Okay, get out slowly and come back to the cruiser (patrol car). We procede to take radar for the next ten cars. 84,83,82,85,81,79,84,82,80,69........ 69 WTF. He wrote me the 71 in a 65, I paid the F ing ticket, I figured my luck was up. He must have been a Statie in Oklahoma.
Erik Madsen