It happened to me...

[scheherazade_79]

I just got tailed home three miles by the police...

I wasn't doing anything wrong or illegal, but it was still a horribly sinister experience. My eyes were just flicking from the speedometer to my road positioning the whole time. Every time I turned off, the police car followed. By the time I got home, my heart was racing and my hands shaking. Thankfully there's only enough room for one car to stop outside my house, so the police car just drove on. But still...

*shudder*

I didn't enjoy that at all

 

[NoJo]

I just got tailed home three miles by the police...

I wasn't doing anything wrong or illegal, but it was still a horribly sinister experience. My eyes were just flicking from the speedometer to my road positioning the whole time. Every time I turned off, the police car followed. By the time I got home, my heart was racing and my hands shaking. Thankfully there's only enough room for one car to stop outside my house, so the police car just drove on. But still...

*shudder*

I didn't enjoy that at all

I sympathise. I still get that, reliving the paranoia engendered when I used to be stoned or "holding" and had to act casual

I'll never forget walking a half-mile back to my friend's house in Los Angeles one night (walking? In L.A.? That's already highly sus) , while a helicopter shone its searchlight on me, so I was bathed in daylight, aware that a couple of snipers had their rifles trained on me.

 

[impressive]

I sympathise. I still get that, reliving the paranoia engendered when I used to be stoned or "holding" and had to act casual

Hope you didn't use the expression in your AV.

 

[scheherazade_79]

Hope you didn't use the expression in your AV.

* giggle *

I love this forum!

 

[Stella_Omega]

Me and my boyfriend got stopped on the freeway, one 4th of July. The cop walked up to the car and said "Would you mind standing here and talking with me for a little while? It will scare other drivers into going at the speed limit, and you two are interesting becauseI've never seen blue and purple hair before... Are you in a band or something?"

Uh yessir, mister officer and we're holding and you're scaring us badly.

But I stood outside the car, and told him about punkrock music until he thanked us and let us go on to the loud, drug-ridden party we'd been heading towards...

 

[R. Richard]

I just got tailed home three miles by the police...

I wasn't doing anything wrong or illegal, but it was still a horribly sinister experience. My eyes were just flicking from the speedometer to my road positioning the whole time. Every time I turned off, the police car followed. By the time I got home, my heart was racing and my hands shaking. Thankfully there's only enough room for one car to stop outside my house, so the police car just drove on. But still...

*shudder*

I didn't enjoy that at all

Welcome to the club! I drive a 1957 Porsche Speedster. The police do not suspect that I always drive illegally, they KNOW! It is just a matter of catching me in the act. When I am driving legally, I get followed many, many times. When I might be driving illegally, the police rarely follow me. It is not that they don't try to follow me, but rather high speed driving is what the Speedster was built for. [My Speedster isn't stock either!]

 

[cloudy]

It's amazing to me to compare the number of times I get followed when I'm driving my trans am vs. the number of times I get followed when I'm driving the cadillac. I look the same.

 

[zeb1094]

Although I drive like a maniac and speed almost all the time, I have never been followed by the police. Well not never but since I was a teenager I haven't, which was a long time ago in a galaxy far far away.

I have even passed troopers on the Interstate and they just waved as I went by. On the other hand my kid is always being followed or stopped. Of course he drives worse than I do.

 

[NoJo]

It's amazing to me to compare the number of times I get followed when I'm driving my trans am vs. the number of times I get followed when I'm driving the cadillac. I look the same.

It's probably the eight-inch high wheels on the Transam that arouse suspicions, and the blaring salsa.

 

[cloudy]

It's probably the eight-inch high wheels on the Transam that arouse suspicions, and the blaring salsa.

ya think?

 

[NoJo]

ya think?

Unless it's the blood dripping from the trunk of the Cadillac

 

[lil_elvis]

It's amazing to me to compare the number of times I get followed when I'm driving my trans am vs. the number of times I get followed when I'm driving the cadillac. I look the same.

Same here, when my hair was shoulder length (or should I just say, when I HAD hair) and drove various sports cars, it happened all the time.

Of course that was before I got married. Now tailing some guy with receding hair in a Chevy Blazer doesn't have quite the same thrill for the cops, even though I speed with much greater frequency these days.

 

[human_male]

I got raided by the Internal Affairs (the porn cops) because I ordered a Carol Lynn DVD from overseas and later tried to sell it on an internet buy/sell/trade website. They came in, rooted around in my room, read me my rights and generally scared me to death. They gave me a warning and left me totally paranoid about porn for about four years after.

Actually, I should say it turned out to have peeing in it. That's why I tried to get rid of it and also what got the man so upset.

 

[LadyJeanne]

I got raided by the Internal Affairs (the porn cops) because I ordered a Carol Lynn DVD from overseas and later tried to sell it on an internet buy/sell/trade website. They came in, rooted around in my room, read me my rights and generally scared me to death. They gave me a warning and left me totally paranoid about porn for about four years after.

I'd better clear my cookies...

 

[Roxanne Appleby]

It's amazing to me to compare the number of times I get followed when I'm driving my trans am vs. the number of times I get followed when I'm driving the cadillac. I look the same.

I drive a Taurus wagon so I would not know about that.

(I always use the panel truck when I have to haul either dead bodies or kilos.)

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Cops make me nervous. Even the ones I've smoked dope with.

Soldiers make me nervous too. I just can't help it. I know they're nice kids, but they're in the killing business and they work for the government. That's just such a bad combination.

 

[lucky-E-leven]

Soldiers make me nervous too. I just can't help it. I know they're nice kids, but they're in the killing business and they work for the government. That's just such a bad combination.

Vella and I caught an episode of Nip/Tuck last week and part of the story line included a soldier, recently home from Iraq. He was in for some plastic surgery to remove several scars from his face from a bomb blast. While in, he was relating the story of the accident to the surgeons and went on to say that he brutally murdered an Iraqi with his bare hands, etc. He was calm, cool and even proud. One of the doctors was understandably appalled, though quiet about it, and wound up revealing that the soldier was in fact gay (though married and just fine with putting up the hero front). They ended up having sex in the office and the doctor framed the soldier, later revealing to the soldier's command his proclivity for butt-sex. He gave a really great line near the end of the show, and I wish I could remember it verbatim, but it was something to the effect of, "What kind of world do we live in where it's just fine to boast of brutally murding a man while (feeling such huge shame) taking every precaution in concealing the fact that you like your sex a little off the beaten path."

A very strange and graphic show, Nip/Tuck, but the sentiment of that issue came through loud and clear. Still creeps me out.

 

[McKenna]

Me and my boyfriend got stopped on the freeway, one 4th of July. The cop walked up to the car and said "Would you mind standing here and talking with me for a little while? It will scare other drivers into going at the speed limit, and you two are interesting becauseI've never seen blue and purple hair before... Are you in a band or something?"

Uh yessir, mister officer and we're holding and you're scaring us badly.

But I stood outside the car, and told him about punkrock music until he thanked us and let us go on to the loud, drug-ridden party we'd been heading towards...

Haha! Priceless!





When I was in high school I dated this boy from a neighboring town. His father was a highway patrolman. Every two years or so they trade in the patrol cars for new ones. After stripping them of the light strip and insignias, they sell them to the public. My boyfriend has this black and white sedan that looked for all intents and purpsoes like a patrol car. He was also a large guy for 17 years old -- 6'4" and about 220 pounds. He looked the part of a policeman. So every time we'd be riding around in his car on the highway, we'd get people slamming on their brakes if they were oncoming traffic, to even pulling over out of our way if they were on the same side of traffic as we were! Absolutely hilarious. At one point, watching an oncoming car speeding horrifically, he even "waived him down".

The driver slowed down, too.