For those of you wanting to defeat the speed limiter...

[the Ferret]

Lol you should . The Ohio Highway Patrol are like mountain lions, stealthy and merciless lol. They drive difficult to see silver Dodge Chargers with no lights on top, and take pride in being aggressive against speeders, and people who change lanes without signalling.

[peterbaron]

Ferret, one day I'll come, regardless of the LEO obstacles



pb

[emptysea]

I got pulled over by the OHP coming back from Boston (in a rental car). He let me go with a warning...and a recommendation to keep it to 9 over or less until Indiana. I feel like I got very lucky from what I have heard of them.

[the Ferret]

You WERE lucky. I have never heard of anyone getting out of an OHP ticket before.

[emptysea]

You WERE lucky. I have never heard of anyone getting out of an OHP ticket before.

I can be pretty charming.

[the Ferret]

can you now?

[LongRanger_imp]

50 over in rural California (105/55) many years ago. No ticket, no impound, no nothing but a stern and well-deserved warning. Those antics are behind me now.

[emptysea]

can you now?

I also talked my way out of what would have been my first motorcycle ticket in Wisconsin this fall. Ask Ole how many Illinoisans (or FIBs as he probably would call us) get out of speeding tickets in Wisconsin.

Charming as heck.

[the Ferret]

I must confess in my youth I got pulled over for speeding (actually racing) on a customers CBX against a friend on a Seca 750 that wanted to see how fast this bike was, and got out of it. I was on a test ride after just servicing the bike which reportedly had a high speed miss, when I ran into my friend Randy on his new Yamaha and he suggested the run off. So we turned around and headed back toward town down a long straightaway. I had just came through there, but in the meantime a local cop had pulled in and set up radar in the shadows under the rail road trestle. When we came busting down thru there I was totally surprised. He threw on the lights and the siren whipped around and started chasing us. I told the other fellow to take a side road and I led the cop back to the shop. I rode right into the shop, dismounted and walked behind the counter. The cops name was Earl and luckily he was a customer of mine who rode an 850 Suzuki L model. Man. was he mad. 'What in the H do think you were doing?" steam coming out from under his cap and spit flying out of his mouth. I explained about servicing the bike and how it had a high speed miss that I was checking out, and that if he brought his bike in for a high speed miss he would want to know it was fixed before getting it back. He eventually calmed down a little and said he understood, but not to test them like that in town, to take it out on the State Highway. I said ok, then asked him what speed I was doing when he radar'd me. He said I was doing 125 in a 25. Whoa (stupid 85 mph speedometers, thanks a bunch Joan Claybrook). Man that was close!

To make up for it cosmically, a few years later I got a ticket in a small town in Kentucky I couldn't talk the cop out of, for doing 30 in a 25 lol.

[johnf514_imp]

Now that's a side of mickey I haven't heard before! Great story.