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12-05-04, 08:15 PM
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Originally Posted by FDNewbie
Dan, I LOVED the story. It was like I was right there w/ ya... And on that note, hollar at me sometime when you plan on goin down there again. I def. wanna check out that road!
I'd share my cop experiences, but the ONE time I got a warning, it was cuz I saw him from a distance coming up to pace me and I kept on changing my speed rapidly LOL. Other than that, I've had to fight to get off of all my tickets
Oh and for the record, in VA, cops do NOT need to have "proof" like radar etc to give you a ticket. He couldn't have given Dan a speeding ticket w/ a specific # (because he has no way of ascertaining his exact speed) but he could definitely give him a "Improper driving," "Reckless driving" or even "Failure to obey highway sign" and write next to it "Speeding." A visual estimate of speed by a cop IS legal evidence in VA courts... So he saved himself the trouble and just cut you a break. Lucky guy.
EDIT: I don't have the time to look up the code right now, but I believe there IS a violation called "Speeding: Generally" for such scenarios, where no exact speed was given. It's three points... (I have one on my record
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I'd share my cop experiences, but the ONE time I got a warning, it was cuz I saw him from a distance coming up to pace me and I kept on changing my speed rapidly LOL. Other than that, I've had to fight to get off of all my tickets
Oh and for the record, in VA, cops do NOT need to have "proof" like radar etc to give you a ticket. He couldn't have given Dan a speeding ticket w/ a specific # (because he has no way of ascertaining his exact speed) but he could definitely give him a "Improper driving," "Reckless driving" or even "Failure to obey highway sign" and write next to it "Speeding." A visual estimate of speed by a cop IS legal evidence in VA courts... So he saved himself the trouble and just cut you a break. Lucky guy.
EDIT: I don't have the time to look up the code right now, but I believe there IS a violation called "Speeding: Generally" for such scenarios, where no exact speed was given. It's three points... (I have one on my record
)I don't recall in the story that the trooper ever witnessed the violation, he just listened to it. I would love to fight that one in court. I would just die to ask an officer in court what a speeding car sounds like.
12-05-04, 08:19 PM
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I wish I would have gotten a warning for my 115 in a 55 on US 29 outside Chatam, VA...That's a pretty cool story, I bet the cop didn't want to be a hypocrite because he probably has done the same thing (maybe in the cruiser..) lol.
12-05-04, 08:58 PM
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Originally Posted by PT Ray
I don't recall in the story that the trooper ever witnessed the violation, he just listened to it. I would love to fight that one in court. I would just die to ask an officer in court what a speeding car sounds like.
Originally Posted by therotaryrocket
I wish I would have gotten a warning for my 115 in a 55 on US 29 outside Chatam, VA...
So what happened to you from that ticket, if ya don't mind me asking?
12-05-04, 09:40 PM
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Oh my god these stories are terrible, i can't read anymore! It makes me want to cry that i can't drive my car because it's in storage now. I SOOOO wish i could just hop in my car and just ******* wind the **** out of right now!!!
But alas i am stuck with my honda for the winter, it's terrible 
But alas i am stuck with my honda for the winter, it's terrible
12-06-04, 12:03 AM
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Nothing wrong with driving a lower powered car as long as you know how to drive it.
I myself drive a 91 Dodge Ram, V6, to 'organized' races all the time. Me driving that crate so well is why I got my GTO at such a good price.
Actually, my best race stories are IN that truck (of course, the only race stories I have in the RX 7 are beating a V6 Stang and keeping up with a Porsche drop top on the freeway, so, yeah), with the exception of ONE, this one in my ol' 64 Pontiac GTO (with a 68 Judge engine, 427, I think, and a modernized suspension. Race harness, roll bar, the works).
Every year here in Las Cruces, we have a big race meeting on our 'race road.' There's usually a turn out of seventy or so people. We set it up in a bracket, and let it rip down the road. Before ANYONE races, though, we make sure they're competent on the road. One of us 'veterans' (meaning people who have raced the road for more than three years) ride along with any newcomers a couple times down the road, having them keep their speed down at first, and letting them get faster each time. Usually within three runs, we can tell if they can race the road or not.
We then shut off the road (there's no houses, and the construction further up the road doesn't happen at one in the morning ) with some construction signs that can be found further up the road. After shutting the road off, we commence racing.
This last year was a blast. There's people that do this race that have done this race every year since the road was nothing but a dirt road to get to the now shut down college ranch thing (they used to raise horses and stuff there for the ag classes).
One of those people is an old boss of mine (the guy that sold the GTO to me, when he got a NEW GTO). After we drew the names for the bracket, I learned that I had to race him FIRST. Since he taught me the road, I knew for damn sure I was going to lose.
We started the race right at the roadblocks. Two sparkling white GTOs. One old, the other new. The driver of the new one, of course, knew both cars by heart, and knew what each could do.
When the guy fired the blanks gun into the air, I eased the clutch in, the tires spinning anyway. Leaving the smell of burnt rubber, as well as the newer car, behind me, I raced. There's a bunch of minor turns in the first section of the course, but there's one REAL mean turn around a cliff. It's almost a wide U-bend, which, according to the traffic sign, was to be taken at twenty miles per hour. The tires began to squeel at fifty or so, but I pushed the car to sixty five, not wanting to thrash such a ride (one side of the road is a cliff, the other side, with a guard rail blocking it, is a drop of about fifty feet). Ralph passed me, the luxury sports car sounding like it was trying to make a whale mating call (his was stock, not very light at all). After the 'u-bend' the road takes a sharp jut to the left (the U is a right turn). On this turn, we both lost a bit of traction on the dirt, and recovered within inches of my front end being lodged in his rear end.
Not missing a beat, he sped ahead of me. I was a bit freaked, but I knew that my significantly larger engine would catch up with him on the long straight. The car started to shimmy a bit when I hit 115 on the speedo, but he was still ahead of me. I just didn't realize at the time that the new GTO's LS1 was a great engine, and my 42whatever was starting to feel its age (after years of racing, you would too!)
After a few more minor turns, the 'course' turns to dirt (and is accessible by another road)
Usually, the race stops here, but we were both confident enough to continue (we knew the dirt section very well too). Unfortunately, after a few really cool turns, we saw ahead of us the flashing red and blue. Of course, we were already calling people at the line to get on home.
When we stopped, the officer walked up to ME (of course, with my luck).
He tells me,
"I used to have a car just like that. Might I ask what you're doing out here with this fellow. I'm pretty sure I heard your tires squeeling on the road, and I know I heard your engines hitting high speeds."
I couldn't think of anything GOOD, so I told him
"I'm used to my rotary, and this guy's selling me this car. He wanted to see how I drove it."
(I had this car before my RX 7, but, hey)
Much to my surprise, he warned me that this road wasn't maintained anymore, and we should both go home right then!
When we got back to the meeting place (the Albertsons me and Ralph worked at at the time) it was explained to me that the Sheriff department (based not even ten miles from the place we started) had been on to the races for a few years now, but since the road was unused, they really didn't care as long as no one got hurt.
The moral of the story is:
I done got whooped by a good three car lengths
I myself drive a 91 Dodge Ram, V6, to 'organized' races all the time. Me driving that crate so well is why I got my GTO at such a good price.
Actually, my best race stories are IN that truck (of course, the only race stories I have in the RX 7 are beating a V6 Stang and keeping up with a Porsche drop top on the freeway, so, yeah), with the exception of ONE, this one in my ol' 64 Pontiac GTO (with a 68 Judge engine, 427, I think, and a modernized suspension. Race harness, roll bar, the works).
Every year here in Las Cruces, we have a big race meeting on our 'race road.' There's usually a turn out of seventy or so people. We set it up in a bracket, and let it rip down the road. Before ANYONE races, though, we make sure they're competent on the road. One of us 'veterans' (meaning people who have raced the road for more than three years) ride along with any newcomers a couple times down the road, having them keep their speed down at first, and letting them get faster each time. Usually within three runs, we can tell if they can race the road or not.
We then shut off the road (there's no houses, and the construction further up the road doesn't happen at one in the morning
) with some construction signs that can be found further up the road. After shutting the road off, we commence racing.This last year was a blast. There's people that do this race that have done this race every year since the road was nothing but a dirt road to get to the now shut down college ranch thing (they used to raise horses and stuff there for the ag classes).
One of those people is an old boss of mine (the guy that sold the GTO to me, when he got a NEW GTO). After we drew the names for the bracket, I learned that I had to race him FIRST. Since he taught me the road, I knew for damn sure I was going to lose.
We started the race right at the roadblocks. Two sparkling white GTOs. One old, the other new. The driver of the new one, of course, knew both cars by heart, and knew what each could do.
When the guy fired the blanks gun into the air, I eased the clutch in, the tires spinning anyway. Leaving the smell of burnt rubber, as well as the newer car, behind me, I raced. There's a bunch of minor turns in the first section of the course, but there's one REAL mean turn around a cliff. It's almost a wide U-bend, which, according to the traffic sign, was to be taken at twenty miles per hour. The tires began to squeel at fifty or so, but I pushed the car to sixty five, not wanting to thrash such a ride (one side of the road is a cliff, the other side, with a guard rail blocking it, is a drop of about fifty feet). Ralph passed me, the luxury sports car sounding like it was trying to make a whale mating call (his was stock, not very light at all). After the 'u-bend' the road takes a sharp jut to the left (the U is a right turn). On this turn, we both lost a bit of traction on the dirt, and recovered within inches of my front end being lodged in his rear end.
Not missing a beat, he sped ahead of me. I was a bit freaked, but I knew that my significantly larger engine would catch up with him on the long straight. The car started to shimmy a bit when I hit 115 on the speedo, but he was still ahead of me. I just didn't realize at the time that the new GTO's LS1 was a great engine, and my 42whatever was starting to feel its age (after years of racing, you would too!)
After a few more minor turns, the 'course' turns to dirt (and is accessible by another road)
Usually, the race stops here, but we were both confident enough to continue (we knew the dirt section very well too). Unfortunately, after a few really cool turns, we saw ahead of us the flashing red and blue. Of course, we were already calling people at the line to get on home.
When we stopped, the officer walked up to ME (of course, with my luck).
He tells me,
"I used to have a car just like that. Might I ask what you're doing out here with this fellow. I'm pretty sure I heard your tires squeeling on the road, and I know I heard your engines hitting high speeds."
I couldn't think of anything GOOD, so I told him
"I'm used to my rotary, and this guy's selling me this car. He wanted to see how I drove it."
(I had this car before my RX 7, but, hey)
Much to my surprise, he warned me that this road wasn't maintained anymore, and we should both go home right then!
When we got back to the meeting place (the Albertsons me and Ralph worked at at the time) it was explained to me that the Sheriff department (based not even ten miles from the place we started) had been on to the races for a few years now, but since the road was unused, they really didn't care as long as no one got hurt.
The moral of the story is:
I done got whooped by a good three car lengths
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Go to the track asshat
As a motorcycle rider.. F you... I ride that road often... Sanely.. For relaxation... Lots of opportunities for an asshat like you to kill me or others.. Go to the track.. Please...
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