LEO encounters..

[steamroller]

Another day at Thatchers Park we walked to the bottom of the waterfall. It was all but dried up.
We sat and smoked and even thought we heard a few funny noises.
Finished smoking, issued the challenge " last one to the top sucks" and a park patrol officer stands up from behind a large rock.
Says he has been watching us and asks if we know what smoking pot in public places is? I say your law~!
He says give me what you got so my buddy hands him an eighth he had.
I hand him my bowl and hope my other buddy just stays quiet. The officer had all we needed to be on our way, but no.
My buddy looks at us and reaches in his pocket and pulls out a 1/2 oz of sinsemilla. That was the best of the best back in the 80's.
The officer looks at his bag and says " homegrown?"
What an idiot...
He escorted us all back up top and took our IDs.
He wrote us all tickets for walking on other than meant ways and said he was going to call my buddies parents. They were 17, I was 18.
The he looks at me, hands me the ticket and says " this is your ticket. If you don't show up for court I will come get you at" and he takes my ticket back and reads off my address. Well my moms address as I had recently moved out.
I thought no you won't, but my mom might tell you where to get me[ she is still like that~!].
Never went to court.
35 years later I am roofing the new visitor center and tell the story to my buddy I was working with.
I told him somewhere deep in some drawer is a ticket with my name on it.
Luckily no one ever caught on.

 

[ZombieRider]

Ha, I like this thread idea.

Not weed related but: was going 120mph on my Sportster on the highway with pretty empty roads, but passed a cop. I had to choose "wreckless vs fleeing and eluding", so I pulled over. Thankfully the dude didnt arrest me, just gave me a wreckless charge. Ended up getting it reduced to speeding cuz I convinced them my speedo was off...by like 25mph lmfao

One other time I was bringing back 4 zips of blue dream from college and like 5 minutes from my house I get pulled over. I also had a half smoked bowl in my glove box. Registration was in the glove box so I couldnt open it without him seeing the bowl cuz he was flashlight-ing me hard. Ended up sayin I forgot my reg on the kitchen table and im real sorry bout it. He smiled and said "you sure its not in your glove box?" and he shined the flashlight on it. Im like "nope, im 100% certain its on my kitchen table". He smiled and let me go .

Fucking insane how we feel like a Jew in Nazi Germany for smoking a mild narcotic while other people are on really strong psychiatric medications and come up with legislation.

 

[ZombieRider]

haha that's one of those things where i think we get too into our heads about it. Trying not to look and seem a certain way makes it waaay worse than if we just acted normal.

Exactly. If I get self conscious about looking high I say to myself "just act normal" then Im like "what do normal people do again?" lmao

 

[tobh]

Exactly. If I get self conscious about looking high I say to myself "just act normal" then Im like "what do normal people do again?" lmao

i figured out in high school that "act normal" was a baaaad signal. just act stoned, as you are. feel the adrenaline and keep on livin. L-I-V-I-N floyd

 

[tobh]

Remembered another incident. This one was by far one of the most chaotic days of my life, so strap in boys and girls.

My best friend to this day and I, we were doing some usual shit for that moment in time. We're at his apartment bowling down and sketching up pieces in blackbooks, putting back beers while listening to some depressively motivating underground hiphop. Vandal type shit, ya know. Anyways, we're running low on beer and decide to hike up to the corner store for a fifth of vodka. Yeah, you can buy liquor at the corner stores in New Mexico.

On our way back we decide to go post up on the side of the freeway and take a few shots and bullshit before going back to his place because him and his old lady were on the rocks that day. She always got in some kind of way when we were drinking, especially if she herself was partaking. So, to cool off we sat there, talked, reminisced, hit the bottle. He takes a shot, hands me the bottle and says, "i love you brother, take care of [kid]. i'm out." then, this mf'er bolts down the hillside, across the exit ramp, and right into the center lane of I-40 westbound with a semi coming. The semi laid on the horn and stopped about 3ft from my homie. Disheartened at his half ass suicide attempt, dude walks back over, gestures for the bottle and says "fuckit, let's get home."

We get there, and he handles some business with the neighbor while I go inside. His old lady lays on some sob story about being scared and wanting to run away with me, which I tell her the only place i'm taking her is her dads. This is where shit gets all fucked up. She then proceeds to try to kiss me and I get hella mad. I walk out the front door and tell my homie, "yo, go handle your girl, she just tried to kiss me." An argument ensues between them, then he comes back out and we kick rocks on another walk.

About a block down the road we have four APD roll up on us, guns drawn and telling us to get on our knees with our hands up. Obviously not knowing WTF is going on, we comply. The bastards take the bottle of vodka out of my back pocket and pour it on the dirt, steal my pocket knife, and cuff me. They cuff him, find a quarter in a medical dispensary bag and think they scored hard. Apparently they received a call about two guys fitting our description walking around the apartment complex with assault rifles threatening people. Cliff hanger -- him nor I owned or possessed any firearms at that time. They're super stoked about the weed find at this point though because that's justification to haul us off... but it wasn't. Homie had his medical card, and in NM those are registered similar to driver's licenses exactly for situations like this.

Meanwhile, dude is talking mad shit to this cop. "How's it feel knowing your wife is at home getting gang banged right now?" and "I know your dad killed himself higher than fuck on coke!" Real mean, fuck with a person type shit. I'm sitting there telling this asshole to shut tf up, we were just detained but if he kept flapping his gums we were going to be arrested. He kept on though. Eventually they figured out I had a clean record and couldn't even hit me with an open container in public because the bottle was capped and obscured in my pocket, so not technically illegal. I also wasn't obviously drunk, so there went that charge too. They let me go, kept my knife. Motherfuckers. Held him for another hour or so because he'd been hemmed up on graffiti and DUI charges previously and they were trying to figure out how to get him back to MDC again.

Definitely not the best night ever.

 

[MysticEpipedon]

This is from the I've Got A Lucky Horseshoe Up My Ass file.

The only odd cop thing that happened to me is a NJ Highway Patrolman used to pull me over about once a year. I must have fit a profile in his mind. He never remembered me, but three times I was pulled over for no reason. First time I had my sister and her friend in the car, and he wanted to know if I was transporting women across state lines for immoral purposes. He had me open the trunk and he saw a jumble of luggage back there. One bag included a half pound of weed and I was thinking I was cooked. The jumble of luggage must have looked like too much of a mess, though, so he let me go with some minor ticket, like changing lanes without signaling.

Another time he asked whether I was transporting untaxed tobacco products. He asked what was in the trunk. "A bunk bed," was the answer, but he didn't believe it. Probably because he couldn't imagine a bunk bed in the trunk of a car. So I opened the trunk, which had a pile of wood that could be made into a bunk bed inside. In the car, I had a 1/4 pound stashed in a backpack. He didn't look in that.

The last time I was doing the break-neck speed of 60 MPH in a 55 MPH zone. I was alone, with no weed and nothing in the car but an overnight bag. He searched everything this time, which wasn't much. Then he let me go without a speeding ticket. I guess it was too embarrassing to ticket someone for 5 MPH over.

 

[Rootsruler]

This is from the I've Got A Lucky Horseshoe Up My Ass file.

The only odd cop thing that happened to me is a NJ Highway Patrolman used to pull me over about once a year. I must have fit a profile in his mind. He never remembered me, but three times I was pulled over for no reason. First time I had my sister and her friend in the car, and he wanted to know if I was transporting women across state lines for immoral purposes. He had me open the trunk and he saw a jumble of luggage back there. One bag included a half pound of weed and I was thinking I was cooked. The jumble of luggage must have looked like too much of a mess, though, so he let me go with some minor ticket, like changing lanes without signaling.

Another time he asked whether I was transporting untaxed tobacco products. He asked what was in the trunk. "A bunk bed," was the answer, but he didn't believe it. Probably because he couldn't imagine a bunk bed in the trunk of a car. So I opened the trunk, which had a pile of wood that could be made into a bunk bed inside. In the car, I had a 1/4 pound stashed in a backpack. He didn't look in that.

The last time I was doing the break-neck speed of 60 MPH in a 55 MPH zone. I was alone, with no weed and nothing in the car but an overnight bag. He searched everything this time, which wasn't much. Then he let me go without a speeding ticket. I guess it was too embarrassing to ticket someone for 5 MPH over.

There seems to be a smuggling theme forming here ......why did you get profiled as a smuggler?

 

[MysticEpipedon]

There seems to be a smuggling theme forming here ......why did you get profiled as a smuggler?

I looked like any other late teen/early 20s guy from the late 70s. In other words, just like an interstate smuggler. I guess I was technically smuggling weed across state lines, so he had my number -- just not the right crime.

That was and probably still is a major thoroughfare for all sorts of illegal shit moving between the NE and Florida. In fact, the cop may have confused me with Florida Man.

 

[tobh]

I looked like any other late teen/early 20s guy from the late 70s. In other words, just like an interstate smuggler. I guess I was technically smuggling weed across state lines, so he had my number -- just not the right crime.

That was and probably still is a major thoroughfare for all sorts of illegal shit moving between the NE and Florida. In fact, the cop may have confused me with Florida Man.

i don't think that ended in the 70s lol every time i see a teenage kid between the ages of 13 and 25, i automatically profile the little shit as being up to no good. it's just a phase males go through, i think. may not be doing anything wrong, but dammit they sure look like they're up to something.

 

[MDK]

Any of the people from Missouri remember the weed drought of 2005? I think it was 2005.

Anyway the pigs put up Billboards taunting the locals I can't remember exactly how it all read but it was stuff like "we heard it's dry" and apparently all this coincided with a major bust they made...I knew a few home growers shit got scarce but I managed...most of my friends had to flat out quit for a while because it couldn't be found.

Anyone else remember that or recall any clearer than me?

 

[Moshmen]

Pulled over once in prolly 1985 doing 80 in a 55 course smoking a joint - woman state cop comes to the door sniffs , takes the joint and lets us go ! Mmmmm Al she had to do was ask we would have shared !

 

[tobh]

Any of the people from Missouri remember the weed drought of 2005? I think it was 2005.

Anyway the pigs put up Billboards taunting the locals I can't remember exactly how it all read but it was stuff like "we heard it's dry" and apparently all this coincided with a major bust they made...I knew a few home growers shit got scarce but I managed...most of my friends had to flat out quit for a while because it couldn't be found.

Anyone else remember that or recall any clearer than me?

It wasn't just up there, it was even down in NM. That was a bad summer, made me a sad clown. Weed was hella scarce, no holder could stay supplied. Even the cartel people I was buying from at the time were dry. 2005 was a fucked up year lol

 

[MysticEpipedon]

Drinking and smoking in a parking lot of a park.
Still in high school in my buddies 70 Bonneville. He had junk packed so high in the back seat.
Cops pull in and come directly to us.
They pull us out and find my new US 3 stage bong and open beers.
They make us dump our beers and throw the bottles in the garbage.
Then one of them says where's the pot?
I quickly said we smoked it all, my go to answer. They both look at the car and say be on your way~!
Getting in the car everyone else is bitching about the beer and my new bong that had not even been smoked in yet, when I say " still got this QP sitting here so why don't we just get the hell out of here!" Got real quiet real fast. I guess they forgot we had just scored?

A couple months later I go to the police department to get my police ID and be legally able to buy booze [yea legal at 18] and I see my bong in the display case~! It was clearly the most elaborate piece of paraphernalia in the whole case.
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Went right back to the head shop and got an Apogee III~!
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A friend of mine had an Apogee 3. It was one of the most bizarre designs of bongs from that time, and it had a major flaw.

If you moved it around too much while it was full, air pressure changes would blow the reefer out of the bowl! It happened most often when there was a "bong master" filling one-hitters for everyone, then passing it over to each person, one by one. Jiggle the bong too much and PFFFT! Fuck!

The Apogee's eventual fate was to be taken to the 5th floor of a spiral staircase -- the apogee, if you will -- and then dropped down the center shaft -- the nadir, if you will.

 

[MDK]

It wasn't just up there, it was even down in NM. That was a bad summer, made me a sad clown. Weed was hella scarce, no holder could stay supplied. Even the cartel people I was buying from at the time were dry. 2005 was a fucked up year lol

Noooo shit...wow, I didn't know it was anything more than a local issue. That's fucked. I would have loved to just been a fly on the wall when the govt was deciding it was going to attack weed over the hard powdered narcotics. Makes no sense but that's our shithole govt

 

[tobh]

Noooo shit...wow, I didn't know it was anything more than a local issue. That's fucked. I would have loved to just been a fly on the wall when the govt was deciding it was going to attack weed over the hard powdered narcotics. Makes no sense but that's our shithole govt

MK Ultra and the other fucked up programs they were running back between the 1960s through the early 1990s man... they saw a lever and pulled it.

 

[Garbage_bear]

Ok here is a real story. Not cannabis related but LSD related.

So I was about 16 and very stupid. We knew a weird acid dealer with a big snake and if we sold acid for him we would get free tabs so I did a lot of LSD. So one day I get these tabs from my acid guys buddy cause the main guy was in jail or something. He says "be real careful with these". I think rad its strong so I drop three tabs.

So there I am in my bedroom in the middle of the night. I think I had to go home so I wasn't with my friends for the whole trip. I am tripping balls, like really hard, like going out of my skull hard. I need a smoke and I'm out. So I climb out my window to go to 7/11 and get some smokes(with no money). A fit of paranoia grabs me and I grab my Rambo knife, just in case. a 10 inch blade with a compass and shit on it, jump on my
bike and peddle away to escape whatever is after me. Demons I think lol. about half way to 7/11 I think better of the knife and drop it in the ally. If I didn't make that decision I would have probably been dead later that night.

By the time I get to 7/11 I feel like Iv'e taken like 15 hits of acid. I go in and this skinny biker dude is arguing with the counter lady. I have a psychic moment(later told to me by people that know the counter lady) and I tell this man to quit beating his wife. Apparently he was a wife beater and I had no idea. I reach up behind the counter and grab a pack of smokes and try to light one up. He tries to hit me and I think he is the demon or whatever and black out. I guess we started fighting and someone called the cops. The dude left and the cops try to reason with me lol. The next thing I know is I am fighting with three cops, getting maced and wrestling etc. I had a huge adrenaline dump. It was not rad lol. They ended up hog tying me with my legs and arms behind my back.

I end up in the hospital and I swear I am possessed. All this horrible stuff is coming out of my mouth like a demon. I am in this mental fight for my soul against evil. The doctors give some sedative and it takes me right down to earth. I was arrested I think if I remember correctly. My parents were pissed lol. I was like shell shocked after it for like a week then I did acid again to face my fear lol. Its called one hit for a reason I guess...

 

[ninjadip]

Any of the people from Missouri remember the weed drought of 2005? I think it was 2005.

Anyway the pigs put up Billboards taunting the locals I can't remember exactly how it all read but it was stuff like "we heard it's dry" and apparently all this coincided with a major bust they made...I knew a few home growers shit got scarce but I managed...most of my friends had to flat out quit for a while because it couldn't be found.

Anyone else remember that or recall any clearer than me?

I remember a dry period where i live in VA for a whole summer, around early 2000's. For some reason i started getting down with dippers. Thankfully I only did this stuff for one summer, mostly.

 

[ninjadip]

I got a real fresh one for y'all.

Just yesterday....

So my wife and I are coming back from a hike out in the country, and i'm speeding a little and pass a cop on the highway. He is a state boy parked way in the cut, real discrete, but is also going to take a minute to get on the road from his hide-away spot. My heart is still racing thinking about it all...
So i pass him, and my wife says, he's coming out. I go fuck.... I'm not riding dirty, nor do i have any warrants, but decide to punch it nonetheless. My wife goes "why are you going faster?!?!?" I just tell her to hold on.

I have gone over 2 hills, i look back and see the blue lights behind me a good distance. I take the very next right, not knowing the road or where i'm going at all. I take the turn and fucking floor it, i'm going like a crazy man, and my wife is cussing me out in the passenger seat. I know i got a good start on him, so i just eat up these country curvy side roads with the turbo. it's like a 35mph road and i'm going 50-80 on the exit of every bend. We go like 5 miles or something and get to a fork, i take a right for some reason. My wife goes, ok ok slow down you lost him. I laughed, and said oh no, we're not out of the woods yet. You don't understand, we have to keep moving or he will be right behind me.

We go down this road, not as fast as the first but im' still moving. I then punch in my home to the gps to see any alternate routes home, plus how to get out of where i am without going back. I end up on another highway. Within 2 minutes of being on the highway a sherriff car passes me. They flip it instantly and then turn the blue lights on the car behind me, then back off when they get behind me. We are both shitting bricks now....

So the lights don't come back on, and we're thinking they don't know if it's really me or not. We are driving slow, i put my turn signals on to go through this little town to get back on the other highway, it sucks cause there is no alternate route home from where i was. I had to get back on the same highway i just passed the initial cop. so after 3 turns we are back on the original highway and the sheriff is still following. Right when i say, i think they are only legally allowed to follow us for so many miles, the blue lights come on. We are both shitting bricks again...

The sheriff comes to my window and asks for my papers, and then tells me that my car matches the description of an active pursuit. I just play dumb, my wife also, that we came back from hiking. Within a minute or two, another cop pulls up, it's the state-boy that i lost, i'm sure. This guy storms past my window towards the front of the car while only giving me a glance. He gets up to the bumper and is down hunched over for a few seconds and then yells out "nope. It's not him". I shit you not!!!!
The two cops are talking for a little bit to the side, and then the woman who was the sheriff tells me sorry, you matched the description of another car in a chase. My wife and I are so happy it's almost too easy to play dumb now. We go, what? that's crazy... The state trooper tells me that my car looks like a car that tried to lose him down 211. I wonder if that was some kind of bait, cause i wanted to go, you mean did lose you, and lost you clean af?

I hear the state trooper tell the sheriff that the car was red and had bronze rims like mine, but it had a gold license plate so this isn't him. I have a standard white plate. We got the fuck out of there fast, accidentally made some gravel fly on my exit. I'm thinking they are hearing the turbo now and probably second guessing themselves...
As the car is tuned and just one mod away from stage 2. (still need that down pipe)

I still can't believe it.... lucky AF!!!!


here is a clip of me smokin' a tuned 350z

 

[Rootsruler]

Ok here is a real story. Not cannabis related but LSD related.

So I was about 16 and very stupid. We knew a weird acid dealer with a big snake and if we sold acid for him we would get free tabs so I did a lot of LSD. So one day I get these tabs from my acid guys buddy cause the main guy was in jail or something. He says "be real careful with these". I think rad its strong so I drop three tabs.

So there I am in my bedroom in the middle of the night. I think I had to go home so I wasn't with my friends for the whole trip. I am tripping balls, like really hard, like going out of my skull hard. I need a smoke and I'm out. So I climb out my window to go to 7/11 and get some smokes(with no money). A fit of paranoia grabs me and I grab my Rambo knife, just in case. a 10 inch blade with a compass and shit on it, jump on my
bike and peddle away to escape whatever is after me. Demons I think lol. about half way to 7/11 I think better of the knife and drop it in the ally. If I didn't make that decision I would have probably been dead later that night.

By the time I get to 7/11 I feel like Iv'e taken like 15 hits of acid. I go in and this skinny biker dude is arguing with the counter lady. I have a psychic moment(later told to me by people that know the counter lady) and I tell this man to quit beating his wife. Apparently he was a wife beater and I had no idea. I reach up behind the counter and grab a pack of smokes and try to light one up. He tries to hit me and I think he is the demon or whatever and black out. I guess we started fighting and someone called the cops. The dude left and the cops try to reason with me lol. The next thing I know is I am fighting with three cops, getting maced and wrestling etc. I had a huge adrenaline dump. It was not rad lol. They ended up hog tying me with my legs and arms behind my back.

I end up in the hospital and I swear I am possessed. All this horrible stuff is coming out of my mouth like a demon. I am in this mental fight for my soul against evil. The doctors give some sedative and it takes me right down to earth. I was arrested I think if I remember correctly. My parents were pissed lol. I was like shell shocked after it for like a week then I did acid again to face my fear lol. Its called one hit for a reason I guess...

A couple of groupies from the group I used to play in tell me they're going to take me out for drinks.

2 hot groupies buying me drinks all night. What's not to love about that. Before I leave the house my roommate comes up to me all excited because he just scored a sheet of acid. He hands me a hit but I don't take it. I get to the bar and meet up with the girls. They start buying drinks and all is well. About 30 minutes in I go to the bathroom and decide it's time to take that hit. About an hour later I'm tripping balls in the bar enjoying the sparkly Christmas lights they have strewn around the bar.
For whatever LSD reason I decide it's time to leave and just got up and left. I'm driving home still tripping and stop at an intersection. At that point I don't remember much other than hearing what sounded like the trumpets from Hell. I get snapped out of it by someone knocking on my window. I roll the window down and it's some girl that is pissed because I've been sitting at the light watching it change colors and not moving regardless of how much she and others were honking at me.

Still not sure how I made it home..........

 

[Garbage_bear]

A couple of groupies from the group I used to play in tell me they're going to take me out for drinks.

2 hot groupies buying me drinks all night. What's not to love about that. Before I leave the house my roommate comes up to me all excited because he just scored a sheet of acid. He hands me a hit but I don't take it. I get to the bar and meet up with the girls. They start buying drinks and all is well. About 30 minutes in I go to the bathroom and decide it's time to take that hit. About an hour later I'm tripping balls in the bar enjoying the sparkly Christmas lights they have strewn around the bar.
For whatever LSD reason I decide it's time to leave and just got up and left. I'm driving home still tripping and stop at an intersection. At that point I don't remember much other than hearing what sounded like the trumpets from Hell. I get snapped out of it by someone knocking on my window. I roll the window down and it's some girl that is pissed because I've been sitting at the light watching it change colors and not moving regardless of how much she and others were honking at me.

Still not sure how I made it home..........

One time I was having a bad trip in my buddies bedroom. It was me him and two girls. I also just decide to leave. But instead of using the front door I climb out his window. I have no idea why lol. They were all trying to stop me but I made it out the window and onto my BMX bike. I blacked out which has happened a few times on acid. So I black out and when I come to I am in my bathroom looking in the mirror and I am having like this Native American trip. The water was running in the sink and I am hearing drums and stuff. It was a trip. I was out of my skull.

 

[tobh]

I got a real fresh one for y'all.

Just yesterday....

So my wife and I are coming back from a hike out in the country, and i'm speeding a little and pass a cop on the highway. He is a state boy parked way in the cut, real discrete, but is also going to take a minute to get on the road from his hide-away spot. My heart is still racing thinking about it all...
So i pass him, and my wife says, he's coming out. I go fuck.... I'm not riding dirty, nor do i have any warrants, but decide to punch it nonetheless. My wife goes "why are you going faster?!?!?" I just tell her to hold on.

I have gone over 2 hills, i look back and see the blue lights behind me a good distance. I take the very next right, not knowing the road or where i'm going at all. I take the turn and fucking floor it, i'm going like a crazy man, and my wife is cussing me out in the passenger seat. I know i got a good start on him, so i just eat up these country curvy side roads with the turbo. it's like a 35mph road and i'm going 50-80 on the exit of every bend. We go like 5 miles or something and get to a fork, i take a right for some reason. My wife goes, ok ok slow down you lost him. I laughed, and said oh no, we're not out of the woods yet. You don't understand, we have to keep moving or he will be right behind me.

We go down this road, not as fast as the first but im' still moving. I then punch in my home to the gps to see any alternate routes home, plus how to get out of where i am without going back. I end up on another highway. Within 2 minutes of being on the highway a sherriff car passes me. They flip it instantly and then turn the blue lights on the car behind me, then back off when they get behind me. We are both shitting bricks now....

So the lights don't come back on, and we're thinking they don't know if it's really me or not. We are driving slow, i put my turn signals on to go through this little town to get back on the other highway, it sucks cause there is no alternate route home from where i was. I had to get back on the same highway i just passed the initial cop. so after 3 turns we are back on the original highway and the sheriff is still following. Right when i say, i think they are only legally allowed to follow us for so many miles, the blue lights come on. We are both shitting bricks again...

The sheriff comes to my window and asks for my papers, and then tells me that my car matches the description of an active pursuit. I just play dumb, my wife also, that we came back from hiking. Within a minute or two, another cop pulls up, it's the state-boy that i lost, i'm sure. This guy storms past my window towards the front of the car while only giving me a glance. He gets up to the bumper and is down hunched over for a few seconds and then yells out "nope. It's not him". I shit you not!!!!
The two cops are talking for a little bit to the side, and then the woman who was the sheriff tells me sorry, you matched the description of another car in a chase. My wife and I are so happy it's almost too easy to play dumb now. We go, what? that's crazy... The state trooper tells me that my car looks like a car that tried to lose him down 211. I wonder if that was some kind of bait, cause i wanted to go, you mean did lose you, and lost you clean af?

I hear the state trooper tell the sheriff that the car was red and had bronze rims like mine, but it had a gold license plate so this isn't him. I have a standard white plate. We got the fuck out of there fast, accidentally made some gravel fly on my exit. I'm thinking they are hearing the turbo now and probably second guessing themselves...
As the car is tuned and just one mod away from stage 2. (still need that down pipe)

I still can't believe it.... lucky AF!!!!


here is a clip of me smokin' a tuned 350z

What do you drive?

The one thing I've learned from my own Z's and racing them is they have a hell of a time keeping the tires stuck without serious suspension modification. Not saying you're not fast, but driver mod is everything with those cars.

 

[ninjadip]

What do you drive?

The one thing I've learned from my own Z's and racing them is they have a hell of a time keeping the tires stuck without serious suspension modification. Not saying you're not fast, but driver mod is everything with those cars.

We told him to get ready, he said he was, but i still think i had the sleeper effect on him. Car looks like a total sleeper.

 

[tobh]

We told him to get ready, he said he was, but i still think i had the sleeper effect on him. Car looks like a total sleeper.

didn't answer my question lol

 

[Dirtbag]

Toooo many to list.
"Swim" used to smuggle money across the border way, way back in the day for a high level weed smuggling organization out of Vancouver. This one time with a half a million dollars hidden in a secret compartment in the car, (for the second time that day), got pulled in for a search.
They sat you in a room where you could over look the border patrol agents tearing the car apart. "Swim" watched them doing this for nearly an hour, they knew there was something in the car but couldn't find it, at one point the dog was literally sniffing it but didn't smell the cocaine on the vacuum sealed hundred dollar bills.
In the end they let the car go. Craziest shit.

Another time I was at a party, an acquaintance of mine, "Creeping Jeff", a huge Metallica fan and also a member of Vancouver police dept.. was at the party.
Dude whips out a qp of old school blueberry and throws it on the table and asks for papers.
Of course I jumped in and inquired about getting some, he reaches in the bag and pulls out nearly an ounce and hands it to me. I'm like what do you want for it? Nothing he says. He's got lots. Just seized 5 lbs out of a lotus on Broadway the night before, kept the weed and let them go.
A common occurrence for the VPD apparently.
I called him a fuckin prick, and thanked him for the weed.

 

[tobh]

Toooo many to list.
"Swim" used to smuggle money across the border way, way back in the day for a high level weed smuggling organization out of Vancouver. This one time with a half a million dollars hidden in a secret compartment in the car, (for the second time that day), got pulled in for a search.
They sat you in a room where you could over look the border patrol agents tearing the car apart. "Swim" watched them doing this for nearly an hour, they knew there was something in the car but couldn't find it, at one point the dog was literally sniffing it but didn't smell the cocaine on the vacuum sealed hundred dollar bills.
In the end they let the car go. Craziest shit.

Another time I was at a party, an acquaintance of mine, "Creeping Jeff", a huge Metallica fan and also a member of Vancouver police dept.. was at the party.
Dude whips out a qp of old school blueberry and throws it on the table and asks for papers.
Of course I jumped in and inquired about getting some, he reaches in the bag and pulls out nearly an ounce and hands it to me. I'm like what do you want for it? Nothing he says. He's got lots. Just seized 5 lbs out of a lotus on Broadway the night before, kept the weed and let them go.
A common occurrence for the VPD apparently.
I called him a fuckin prick, and thanked him for the weed.

funny how the "thin blue line" operates. cunts.

 

[MDK]

funny how the "thin blue line" operates. cunts.

Should have reached in and took another handful for the home team

Cop pulled up on a large gathering/small party about 30ish people...we were all drinking in a sort of public spot I guess (ball diamond after dark). Well when he got out he just left his door open. He failed to see our other friend getting some beers out of his cooler. Said friend sneaks over to his car giving the "shhhhh" finger to everyone who was getting reprimanded. He proceeds to piss all over the cops seat, then went back to his cooler. No one said a peep...crickets.

Bet that fucker wished he didnt

 

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So Im walking home from a friends house in 1972 in a city that was trying out using cadet cops walking around the neighborhood equipped with walkie talkies only and no power to arrest. My buddy comes up riding a bike and asks if i want to smoke a joint and of course i say yes. So we went behind this school that nobody was in. At the same time we were toking we saw a cadet looking thru the window on the other side of the school watching us toke. He watched so long we toked down the whole joint and my buddy took off on his bike. By the time the cadet came around and the other cops showed up my buddy was long gone and since i had nothing on me i felt empowered to be a smart ass and made the cadet look stupid. They had to let me go.

 

[Garbage_bear]

Toooo many to list.
"Swim" used to smuggle money across the border way, way back in the day for a high level weed smuggling organization out of Vancouver. This one time with a half a million dollars hidden in a secret compartment in the car, (for the second time that day), got pulled in for a search.
They sat you in a room where you could over look the border patrol agents tearing the car apart. "Swim" watched them doing this for nearly an hour, they knew there was something in the car but couldn't find it, at one point the dog was literally sniffing it but didn't smell the cocaine on the vacuum sealed hundred dollar bills.
In the end they let the car go. Craziest shit.

Another time I was at a party, an acquaintance of mine, "Creeping Jeff", a huge Metallica fan and also a member of Vancouver police dept.. was at the party.
Dude whips out a qp of old school blueberry and throws it on the table and asks for papers.
Of course I jumped in and inquired about getting some, he reaches in the bag and pulls out nearly an ounce and hands it to me. I'm like what do you want for it? Nothing he says. He's got lots. Just seized 5 lbs out of a lotus on Broadway the night before, kept the weed and let them go.
A common occurrence for the VPD apparently.
I called him a fuckin prick, and thanked him for the weed.

Creeping Jeff haha

 

[Garbage_bear]

I got a real fresh one for y'all.

Just yesterday....

So my wife and I are coming back from a hike out in the country, and i'm speeding a little and pass a cop on the highway. He is a state boy parked way in the cut, real discrete, but is also going to take a minute to get on the road from his hide-away spot. My heart is still racing thinking about it all...
So i pass him, and my wife says, he's coming out. I go fuck.... I'm not riding dirty, nor do i have any warrants, but decide to punch it nonetheless. My wife goes "why are you going faster?!?!?" I just tell her to hold on.

I have gone over 2 hills, i look back and see the blue lights behind me a good distance. I take the very next right, not knowing the road or where i'm going at all. I take the turn and fucking floor it, i'm going like a crazy man, and my wife is cussing me out in the passenger seat. I know i got a good start on him, so i just eat up these country curvy side roads with the turbo. it's like a 35mph road and i'm going 50-80 on the exit of every bend. We go like 5 miles or something and get to a fork, i take a right for some reason. My wife goes, ok ok slow down you lost him. I laughed, and said oh no, we're not out of the woods yet. You don't understand, we have to keep moving or he will be right behind me.

We go down this road, not as fast as the first but im' still moving. I then punch in my home to the gps to see any alternate routes home, plus how to get out of where i am without going back. I end up on another highway. Within 2 minutes of being on the highway a sherriff car passes me. They flip it instantly and then turn the blue lights on the car behind me, then back off when they get behind me. We are both shitting bricks now....

So the lights don't come back on, and we're thinking they don't know if it's really me or not. We are driving slow, i put my turn signals on to go through this little town to get back on the other highway, it sucks cause there is no alternate route home from where i was. I had to get back on the same highway i just passed the initial cop. so after 3 turns we are back on the original highway and the sheriff is still following. Right when i say, i think they are only legally allowed to follow us for so many miles, the blue lights come on. We are both shitting bricks again...

The sheriff comes to my window and asks for my papers, and then tells me that my car matches the description of an active pursuit. I just play dumb, my wife also, that we came back from hiking. Within a minute or two, another cop pulls up, it's the state-boy that i lost, i'm sure. This guy storms past my window towards the front of the car while only giving me a glance. He gets up to the bumper and is down hunched over for a few seconds and then yells out "nope. It's not him". I shit you not!!!!
The two cops are talking for a little bit to the side, and then the woman who was the sheriff tells me sorry, you matched the description of another car in a chase. My wife and I are so happy it's almost too easy to play dumb now. We go, what? that's crazy... The state trooper tells me that my car looks like a car that tried to lose him down 211. I wonder if that was some kind of bait, cause i wanted to go, you mean did lose you, and lost you clean af?

I hear the state trooper tell the sheriff that the car was red and had bronze rims like mine, but it had a gold license plate so this isn't him. I have a standard white plate. We got the fuck out of there fast, accidentally made some gravel fly on my exit. I'm thinking they are hearing the turbo now and probably second guessing themselves...
As the car is tuned and just one mod away from stage 2. (still need that down pipe)

I still can't believe it.... lucky AF!!!!


here is a clip of me smokin' a tuned 350z

My wife would have murdered me if I did that lol

 

[ninjadip]

My wife would have murdered me if I did that lol

She was close for sure