motorjock205, on Nov 17 2009, 08:44 PM, said:
I did that with one I got for 120 in a 55 as I was on my way to my mother's death bed on my bike late at night on I-20 near Eastland, TX. Two lonely troopers and me on the road and that was it...If I had only had a full tank of gas on my bike that night I would have out run them...bike was capable of over 180MPH easily...
First, Brian....you're probaby lucky you're in LA...at 30mph over a 65 limit here in rural Texas the trooper has the option of taking you in right then and there and you wait for the judge, and I've seen it done.
and Motorjock, I can only say you might can out run a trooper, but you'll never outrun their radio
Second, I'm very sorry for your loss. I hope you got to see her.
my last ticket was about 17 years ago in BFE New Mexico...between Ft. Sumner and Roswell at 3 am...actually the Sheriff had been at the same party I was (a rehersal dinner for my brother), he left earlier and I came over a hill doing 133 and by the time I even saw there was another car, much less what it was, it was too late...he had his family in the car and kids asleep in the back, and told me that was the only reason I wasn't going to jail that night. It made the Ft. Sumner paper and my brother's new in-laws furious...and just to think, I was only in my old McLaren Mustang at the time...I can't think of it, had I had a GT500...
A year later I was up visiting and met my bro there; we ran up to the store to get some things for dinner to cook for everyone and when I came out of the store, the High Sheriff litterally had one boot on my bumper, leaned over with a piece of hay in his mouth, cowboy hat tilted back grinning, he stood up and straightened his belt and said, hawwww EWE dooooin....I smiled and said very good, good to see you again. As I walked past him to get in my car, he stopped me and asked how long I'd be in town, I smiled and said a few days, he quit smiling and said that I may want to cut it short some and head on back to Texas. Seeing it was starting to get serious, my older brother came around the car and shook his hand and said perhaps we haven't been properly introduced, and he gave the sheriff his name, and said, I just married the man that put you in office, and now I'm his son in law, not only his son in law, but the CPA that is handling all of his financial holdings, I'm sure there must be a small mistake here, my little brother meant no harm back then, heck, he didn't even fight the ticket, paid it and went on, I would suggest that you might ease up a little bit on my little brother, cuz I know my new daddy in law is not going to like it when he hears the person that makes his favorite gumbo and margaritas has to leave because the sheriff ran him out of town like that.
The Boss Hogg, Buford T. Justice POS....