So, my name is Jonathan, I’ll call my self Rocket, and I am cruzing along, just minding my own business, when I gots to get off the freeway to meet up with markb, I’ll call him Joe. I pull off and see Mark, I mean Joe, and flip a UEY behind him so that we can get right back on the freeway. At this point Joe, in his 914, is ahead of me, in my 911. Mark, I mean Joe, gets through the stop sign first and hits the ramp and is gone. Not gone like GONE, just gone like around the corner and out of sight because of the little hill not the speed from that big 1.7 he’s got. I wait my turn and then take off down the ramp. Now you can say that I was GONE because my cars kinda fast with its nice 3 liter and all. Anyway, I hit the freeway goin wayfaster than traffic and look around only to find that there is a car between Joe and I. I glance over my left shoulder and bolt to the fast lane, grab another gear, mash the go fast pedal and swoop back in behind Mark, damn, I mean Joe. I have to hit the brakes to keep from runnin over my friend Joe and look in my mirror only to realize that there is a POLICE car back in the fast lane and that there is no way he missed my over zealous freeway entrance and no turnsignal swoop around that dang car that was between me and where I wanted to be. At this point Joe has made it to the fast lane, I think he thought I was going to run him over but it could have been the slow truck ahead of him too, and the POLICE car has made it to my rear bumper. I flash Joe the high beams to let him know that I am getting off the freeway at the request of the police and put on my signal to take the next off ramp at the same time. Mark, I mean Joe, guns it around the slow truck, remember that 1.7, I think the truck lifted, and dives from the fast lane to the off ramp. As I follow up the ramp I am lookin for a good place to get off the road for the nice POLICE man and watching my left side mirror at the same time. Every time I think about stopping I realize that the cop is just way to close and is going to pass me if I do. I don’t want to make the POLICE man mad so I keep going and going sorta half on the road and half off. Meanwhile Joe has made it to the top of the ramp. I finally dive out of the way of the POLICE car and roll down my window and stop all at about the same time. The Police man, actually there are 2 of them in the car, rolls up next to me with his window already down and before he can say any thing, I blurt out all nervous because I think he has passed me and is goin to be mad, “I didn’t know where you wanted me to stop” He looks at me and, with his partner chuckeling, says “My lights aren’t on, I didn’t want you to stop, but you really should slow down” and with that he bolted up the hill and made a right at the stop sign, just like Mark, I mean Joe. Now I need to find my friend Joe so I go up the hill and make a right also. I look around at the next stop sign and don’t see Joe so I go left. As I make the turn I see that Joe has pulled over in the parking lot of the sushi place and the POLICE man has pulled in right behind him with his LIGHTS on. At this point I freez and drive slowly past as though I don’t know what is goin on. I go down to the next corner and make a YUE and head back to my friend. On the way there, this happens in a split second, I decide that I am not going to let this POLICE man just pull me over, well sorta, and let me go only to pull over my friend and give him a ticket. I am going to pull right into that parking lot and park right next to mark, I mean Joe, so that he knows that even though my friends car is not as pretty as mine, it is still a PORSCHE and deserves the same respect as mine does. As I am pulling in I realize that the POLICE man is pulling away from Joe and that Joe did not get a ticket. Joe, I mean Mark, tells me that the POLICE man said that he pulled him over for the erratic lane change and freeway exit caused, I think, by my mad high beam flashing. Joe and I make another quick joke about not getting tickets and I say something stupid about should have taken a picture since I had my camera with me and we head on our way to Bondo’s house. Now you say to yourself, where’s the discrimination? No lights for the 911, LIGHTS for the 914. Like Joe and his 1.7 were gona run and get anywhere but out of his own way!!!!!!!!

Everything in this story is true, just ask Mark, except for some of the names, which were changed to protect the identity of the GUILTY, TICKETLESS BOOBS!!!!!

You guys out terrorizing the Californal Central Coast might be too rowdy to hang out with!

I have no comment to make at this time. Thank you.

too funny!
Great Story!!!

You should make a movie out of that.
And you should have Pamela Anderson play Mark, I mean Joe, and Jessica Alba play you and in the end they celebrate in a hot tub.

I'm calling my friends in HWOOD right now!!!!!!!!

Sorry, I'm the shorter, darker colored one, so Jessica gets to be me, er, Joe. Whatever.

HWGUNNER's story is corroborated!

So my wife is sitting in Yanagi Sushi in Pismo Beach and sees this 914 1.7 screaming down Hwy101 going south with a 911 and Police Car in hot pursuit...

The police car passes the 911 trying desparately to catch the 1.7, who must have a turbo judging from its speed.

The rest of hwgunner's story is the same except she wasn't completely sure both were policemen in the front of the cruiser (one had a big mustache), and there was an Indian Chief and Construction Worker in the back...

Strange, but true...

The really sad thing is, I was driving my black car, with the motor that the rings never seated in. I'd never driven it more than 20 miles before, and wanted to see how it did. Serious lack of power in that poor baby. Spitting & sputtering the whole way. If I was geing chased by cops, it would have been reminiscent of the OJ chase.



Oh, and we were heading northbound, not southbound.

NARP Discrimination?

You bet!!!!!

Like I said, getting out of your own way was a challenge.

Maybe he thought you were a cop.


After all, it says 9 1 1 on the back of your car....

Cops in that town are locally mandated to have an IQ of 100........















































































That's why they put 2 in each car......

cops are gay...

..."not that there is anything wrong with that".

You're mistaken... Homosexuals are gay

Cops are only annoying when they catch you doing something wrong.

BJH

Just ask Mike Tyson

Nice escape! Its not often that CA's finest miss a revenue generating opportunity for the state.

When I was 16 (in the mid 80's), Santa Maria Police did the same to me and my best friend. We were stupid (like MikeZ but not retarded - j/k) and we dragged from Broadway & Main down Broadway TOWARDS the police station. I was on my motorcycle and I was racing a slammed hopped up '64 VW.

I got in the turn lane to go left and turn around to mock my friend when he signals the rollers behind us.

Getting off that ticket was almost as lucky as not getting thrown in jail in Oceano on prom night.

I've got Central Coast stories......

Feel the LOVE.....

Great story, guys.... good stuff...

In 8 years of ownership, I've only been pulled over once in my 914... 4 times in my VW THING... what's up with that?

I seldom go the speed limit in the 914.

Well, rewind to this past August - I was en route to somewhere, mid day... so the interstate system west-of-boston is reasonably clear. So are the on-ramps. (oh boy). The on-ramp to I-495 from my town is a fun one - 3 slightly-banked alternating sweepers with straights in between - because it's a fast one. (see satellite map). It's all gas.

Right, Rich? (r_towle)

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So, exiting the last sweeper, I put my left blinker on to merge, and at this point, my speed is in excess of 90mph. Imagine my horror to see that the car I'm about to "merge" in front of is a state trooper. MA troopers are known to not have such a great sense of humor. Shit.

I immediately put on my right blinker when we make eye contact - his finger pointing right at my head, and pull over.

Fishing for my billfold, I realize that it's amiss - in the trunk of the VW THING back at home because i went running that morning. Shit.

I did have my registration though. Phew.

I explain the situation with my billfold - he doesn't even ask me if I knew why I was pulled over... being that it was quite obvious. He wrote down my license number, which I almost remembered in it's entirety. Came back to the car a few moments later and said: "what brand wheels are these? they aren't stock, are they?" (I have revolution RFX's) and then he asked if the car was a 1.7, 1.8 or 2.0L... So I told him it as a modified 2.0, and the suspension & brakes were all done up right, too.. and "therefore, this exit ramp is no problem"...

Mister Trooper replied "I know... Oh... I know.... your timing just sucks" (with a little twinkle in his eye).

What he said next was what is truly amazing: "have a nice day, Gregory. Keep the rubber side down..."

and off I went, winding out each gear because the trooper probably wanted it that way.

90+ on an interstate on-ramp, no ticket. Our blessed 914's prevail once again.

-greg-

Just cuz I like the story....

and it's funny too