OKC Ch 9 story - Fake PD Cruiser
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My addition to this painful thread is a funny twist on the emergency light debate:
In the middle of a summer night about 15 years ago, I passed a pickup just outside of Morris en-route to Okmulgee. Shortly, the pickup came rambling up behind me honking his horn, flashing his headlights and hazards — he got right on my bumper swerving side to side. Just carrying on like an idiot! Figuring he was a drunk redneck who didn't like being passed, I downshifted and roasted him. 120 mph, straight on towards Okmulgee.
Just as I was entering town, my trusty Regency M100 comes to life. 155.760. In a voice trembling with wild anticipation I hear, "MORRIS 4, OKMULGEE PD, STATE NET!!! I got one running from me down 62, entering your city limits at this time!!!"
Yep. It was the brand new member of the Morris PD in his POV on his way home from work. Fresh out of CLEET. He had the uniform, the gun, a radio and the handcuffs (which he was kind enough to let me wear for a shot time). He had EVERYTHING a policeman needs — EXCEPT the red and blue lights.
Anyway, I was stopped on the side of the highway faster than he could put out my vehicle description. As he was pushing me down on my trunk and fumbling with his brand new cuffs, I tried to explain to him that I had no way of knowing he was a cop. He started to tell me something like I should have stopped to find out IF he was a cop. But I think he realized he wasn't making much sense so he just told me to shut up instead.
Since he put the call out on state net, everyone showed up. PD, SO, OHP, even a Light Horseman, I think. I was relieved to hear the PD Lt. asking around trying to figure out how he pulled me over without a police car. I was explaining to another officer that I had no idea who he was. The guy pointed at my impressively mounted scanner and said, "How could you not know? You can hear everything we say." And I said, "That's way I pulled over the very moment he identified himself on the radio." He frowned and conceded my point.
They let me go with a stern warning about watching my speed. No harm done to me. I got a great story out of the deal. I'd love to know what kind of a talking to Morris 1 gave to Morris 4 the next day. Probably none. Cool thing is, my scanner may have kept me from getting shot that night! Who knows?
The moral of the story? I'd much rather get run down by an amped-up rookie with no lights than pulled properly over by an axe murderer with lights he has no business having — even if they're technically legal.
In the middle of a summer night about 15 years ago, I passed a pickup just outside of Morris en-route to Okmulgee. Shortly, the pickup came rambling up behind me honking his horn, flashing his headlights and hazards — he got right on my bumper swerving side to side. Just carrying on like an idiot! Figuring he was a drunk redneck who didn't like being passed, I downshifted and roasted him. 120 mph, straight on towards Okmulgee.
Just as I was entering town, my trusty Regency M100 comes to life. 155.760. In a voice trembling with wild anticipation I hear, "MORRIS 4, OKMULGEE PD, STATE NET!!! I got one running from me down 62, entering your city limits at this time!!!"
Yep. It was the brand new member of the Morris PD in his POV on his way home from work. Fresh out of CLEET. He had the uniform, the gun, a radio and the handcuffs (which he was kind enough to let me wear for a shot time). He had EVERYTHING a policeman needs — EXCEPT the red and blue lights.
Anyway, I was stopped on the side of the highway faster than he could put out my vehicle description. As he was pushing me down on my trunk and fumbling with his brand new cuffs, I tried to explain to him that I had no way of knowing he was a cop. He started to tell me something like I should have stopped to find out IF he was a cop. But I think he realized he wasn't making much sense so he just told me to shut up instead.
Since he put the call out on state net, everyone showed up. PD, SO, OHP, even a Light Horseman, I think. I was relieved to hear the PD Lt. asking around trying to figure out how he pulled me over without a police car. I was explaining to another officer that I had no idea who he was. The guy pointed at my impressively mounted scanner and said, "How could you not know? You can hear everything we say." And I said, "That's way I pulled over the very moment he identified himself on the radio." He frowned and conceded my point.
They let me go with a stern warning about watching my speed. No harm done to me. I got a great story out of the deal. I'd love to know what kind of a talking to Morris 1 gave to Morris 4 the next day. Probably none. Cool thing is, my scanner may have kept me from getting shot that night! Who knows?
The moral of the story? I'd much rather get run down by an amped-up rookie with no lights than pulled properly over by an axe murderer with lights he has no business having — even if they're technically legal.
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Chaos703
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Yugo, indeed!
It was a 1983 Celica GT. It had a governor that kicked in at 120. Very quick acceleration but would overheat at top speed in about 5 minutes. Nice car. I destroyed it. Feel sorry for the poor sucker that owned it after me.
It was a 1983 Celica GT. It had a governor that kicked in at 120. Very quick acceleration but would overheat at top speed in about 5 minutes. Nice car. I destroyed it. Feel sorry for the poor sucker that owned it after me.
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If this is in reference to my post here:okla-lawman said:
Yes, it did happen. I heard it myself on the radio and they didn't think anybody was listening. I think it was one of those times when OHP puts the interest of safety first and allowed for it. Even so, the dispatcher could have told the driver not to use their lights but to flash their headlights, but since the dispatcher backed up the driver, that could have influenced the OHP officer's decision to go with the flow.Gilligan said:
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