| Author | Message | ||
     Ljm |
Mrs., youngest and I were riding last summer, got pulled over in a group and ticketed, 28, 21, and 18 over the 65. Went to court for trial, prepared to challenge the Trooper's testimony on several points. He was late and they were all dismissed!!!! $1000 in fines, 16 points all on the same insurance policy. Gone! I was afraid i was going to have to buy a vespa. | ||
| Ft_bstrd |
I got nicked at 92 in a 70 and license plate was out of date. Showed up at court and the officer wasn't present. SWEET! Judge says, the officer isn't here, you can either have the charges dismissed and pay court costs or you can come back on another date. I opted for the court costs. How much could those be? $230 court costs for speeding. $215 for the out of date license plate. Yeah, I got scammed.  | ||
| No_rice |
Damn! Court costs here are something like $50 last I payed them | ||
| Ft_bstrd |
Yeah, you'd think. $hitty little town grubbing for money. The fine for speeding is $245. | ||
| Pwnzor |
This one cost me $120 and never appeared on my driving record. Paid it by mail, I figure I got off cheap. Trooper Hoxit was super cool about the fact that I was well in excess of 100 mph, only wrote me for 60.  | ||
| Pwnzor |
oh, btw Ljm, that's awesome those points got wiped off your records. Love to hear that kind of stuff. | ||
| Ratbuell |
Last warning I got, I was trying to beat a black raincloud on my M2. "I'm not sure how fast you were going but it took me about 2 miles to catch you. But I do need to write you for an unsafe lane change because that red Honda had to hit the brakes when you pulled in front of him. License and reg please." It starts pouring. "you can get in the car sir". "um...ok...front seat or back seat?" "front is fine....(once I'm in)...OK, here's your summons. If you send in the white copy, you're asking for a court trial...and I'm out of town on that date so the only testimony the judge will hear will be yours" "um...so you're saying send in the white copy?" (sigghhhhh) "*IF* you send in the white copy...." "got it. White copy. No problem. THANK YOU!" Got to court - "your driving record looks good...is that right?" (it wasn't at the time - and he had phrased that same question to other defendants that day as "how is your driving record" but I guess he decided I didn't need a reason to lie in court so he phrased it differently) "yes, Your Honor". "says here it was raining pretty hard that day...tough day to be on a motorcycle". "Yes, your honor, I got caught in the rain before I could get where I was going...". *whack* "court costs, $50. NEXT." Last *ticket* I got was on the way to BTF a few years ago. Smythe County, VA. 3 lane interstate, semi in the R lane, semi in the L lane, me in the center lane trying to get past them because they were pacing each other and the turbulence was killing me. Got nipped as I pulled through. 18 over or some such; *just* shy of reckless but I suspect the trucks that I passed were hovering around 18 over (wink, wink). Asked a LEO friend when I got home - "hey...is there reciprocity between Smythe County VA and here?". Um...nope. Wrote a check, no court date, no points. Not worth arguing since the VA LEO already gave me a break. Easiest let-off I've had? Got pulled near my house, local Sheriff. "license and reg please". Dismounted, key off. Flipped up the modular helmet's faceplate. Gloves off, hands in view the whole time. "Um...ok, here's my license. Before I start rooting around I just want to let you know my reg is under the seat. Happy to get it for you, but the bike is in my name alone, insurance policy is 006352218..." He blinked a couple times and didn't move. "dude, you carry a gun. I don't feel like startling you by digging around out of sight" "here's your license, sir. Enjoy your ride." | ||
| Thumper74 |
Pwnzr, I see that you're in Mission Viejo... I don't like your local Land Rover dealer... | ||
| Ourdee |
I think the last ticket I got on a bike was prior to 1981 out in Arizona. Dessert highway and I wasn't paying attention or I would have been off road when I went by him. I was living in Nevada back then. During the 55 national speed limit I'd usually just parallel the highway at 85 or 90. | ||
| Xl1200r |
Be careful about relying on a trooper not being present to get you off. Ft's example is a good one, mine really took me by surprise. I was heading home from March Badness, must have been 2007 as it was my first year with my Firebolt, I think. Anyways, was riding home with my bike on a trailor with Hammer and some of the other Hudson Valley guys, when the trailor blows a wheels bearing. We spend the night, freezing our asses off, in a Walmart parking lot in PA. Spent half the next day trying to repair the thing with no luck. I was going further than everyone else, so I was okay with taking the short straw and just riding the rest of the way home. It was 31 degrees and raining. Not 10 minutes later I get snagged for 78 in a 55. Yeah, fast, but I wasn't going 100mph or anything. The cop was obviously in a bad mood - didn' ask anything but for my papers and went back to his car. Thanfully Hammer was behind me, and saw me pulled over and went to talk to him for me (Hammer, being a Newburgh cop). The story I got was he started writing the ticket already so he couldn't throw it away. He told me to plead not guilty and gave me the number to his barracks, told me to call and he would take care of it. After weeks of calling, I could never get a hold of the guy. My court date was coming up and rather than face an arrest warrant, I made the 4-hour drive down. I figured either the cop would be there and remember and talk to judge, or he wouldn't be and I'd get off. WRONG. Apparently in PA, a department can send another officer in their place. So now I had this guy who knew nothing of what was going on. At the end of the day, they gave me a pretty good deal, but between my ticket cost and gas, I would have broke even just pleading guilty and paying the and not wasted 9 hours round trip. | ||
| Stirz007 |
Been pulled, never ticketed on a bike - I consider it a combination of dumb luck and attitude: The last time, I was heading to work one morning, putting through the neighborhoods to a gas station before hitting the freeway. Pull up to the pump, get off, turn around and two squad cars, lights a flashing have pulled in behind me... After the initial niceties and providing all my paperwork, the conversation goes something like this: LEO: "Do you know what a stop sign is?" PERP: - "umm, yes I think so..." L: "Do you know what it's for?" P: - "....for stopping?" L: "Right! - You just ran three stop signs in a row - what do you have to say about that?" P: "Well officer, I approached the intersection, determined it was clear and crossed in a safe and expedient manner." L: (short pause) "OK, here's the deal - I ride motor patrol for XXXX City" At that point I knew I wasn't going to get ticketed that day. Clean driving record, a little snow on the roof, and a fellow rider gave me the love... we chatted about the XB, what he rode and everything worked out just fine.... | ||
| Whisperstealth |
Arkansas has been very good to me in terms of tickets to pull over and given warnings ratio. | ||
| Dfbutler |
I was riding down PCH in Ventura County approaching the LA County line. Right there is a place called Neptune's Net which is a big biker hangout on weekends. Anyhow, I'd been riding between 60 and 75 and, as it turns out, the speed limit is 50. Just as I hit Neptune's, a Ventura County sheriff lit me up. As I pulled over, I thought if you're getting pulled over, might as well be in front of a group that may appreciate motorcycle infractions. This is about 5 PM and within sight of the county line. He walks up, and asks me something and I have to ask him to speak up because I have earplugs. Repeating the question, he ask, "Do you know what the speed limit is?" "Isn't it 60, 65?" "No it's 50 and I've been followed you for several miles and you were going 60 to over 70." "Thought the limit was at least 60" Hands me back my license, never ran it or ask for insurance or registration, and says, "Slow it down." | ||
| Nm5150 |
Back in the mid '80's I was crossing LA on I-10 on a '72 CB750 Four.Cross over headers,trumpets and all.I had been riding about 4 hours and had the throttle lock on and was laying on the bike with my chin on a can coozie,feet on the back pegs and holding the front forks.I went around a car and noticed it was pulling off.About a mile later I went past another car and noticed it started pulling off.When I sat up I heard the sirens.When I pulled over and got my helmet off the conversation went something like this; Trooper:I have been behind you for five miles.Why didn't you pull over? Me:I couldn't hear you laying down.I pulled over as soon as I realized you were back there. Trooper:You were doing 70 in a 55 but that ain't why I pulled you over.I pulled you over because you weren't holding on to the handle bars! Me:Well Sir,I was holding on to the forks. Trooper:Well the forks ain't the handle bars are they Boy!!?? Me:No Sir! After that I got the whole,"Making a mess on my highway!"speach and pretty much only said,"Yes Sir!"and,"No Sir!" for about the next ten minutes.Then he cut me loose.Then after about 8 hours riding I got busted for 68 in a 55 15 minute from home.Oh well  |
