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<blockquote data-quote="Pl8er" data-source="post: 4048732" data-attributes="member: 540634">About five miles back I had a brush with the CHP.&nbsp; Not stopped or pulled over; nothing routine.&nbsp; I always drive poperly.&nbsp; A bit fast, perhaps, but always with consummate skill and a natural feel for the road and even cops recognize.&nbsp; No cop was ever born who ins&#039;t a sucker for a finely executed hi-speed controlled drift all the way around one of thoe cloverleaf freeway interchanges.Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop.&nbsp; Your normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the side when he sees the big red light behind him...and then we will start apologizing, begging for mercy.This is wrong.&nbsp; It arouses contempt in the cops heart.&nbsp; The to do when you&#039;re running along about a hundred or so and you suddenly find a red flashing CHP tracker on your trail-what you want to do then is accelerate.&nbsp; Never pull over with the first siren howl.&nbsp; Mash it down and make the bastard chase you at speeds up to 120 all the way to the next exit.&nbsp; He will follow.&nbsp; But he won&#039;t know what to make of your blinker - singal that says you&#039;re about to turn right.This is to let him know you&#039;re looking for a proper place to pull off and talk ... keep signaling and hope for an offramp, one of those uphill side loops with a sign saying &quot;Max speed 25&quot; and the trick, at this point, is to suddenly leave the freeway and take him into the chute at no less than a hundred miles an hour. He will lock his brakes about the same time you lock yours, but it will take him a moment to realize that he&#039;s about to make a&nbsp; 180 degree turn at this speed but you will be ready for it, braced for the Gs and the fast heel-toe work, and with any luck at all you will have come to a complete stop off the road at the of the turn and be standing beside your automobile by the time he catches up.&nbsp; He will not be reasonable at first...but no matter.&nbsp; Let him calm down.&nbsp; He will want the first word.&nbsp; Let him have it.&nbsp; His brain will be in a turmoil: he may begin jabbering, or even pull his gun.&nbsp; Let him unwind; keep smiling.&nbsp; The idea is to show that you were in total control of yourself and your vehicle&nbsp; while he lost control of everything.It helps to have a police/press badge in your wallet when he calms down enough to ask for your license.&nbsp; I had one of these-but I also had a can of Budweiser in my hand.&nbsp; Until that moment, I was unaware that I was holding it.&nbsp; I had felt totally on top of the situation...but when I looked down and saw that little red/silver evidence-bomb in my hand, I knew I was fucked.Speeding is one thing, but drunk driving is quite another.&nbsp; The cop seemed to grasp this-that I&#039;d blown my whole performance by forgetting the beer can.&nbsp; His face relaxed, he actually smiled.&nbsp; And so did I.&nbsp; Because we both understood, in that moment that my Thunder Road, moonshine-bomber act had been totally wasted: We had both scared the piss out of ourselves for nothing at all-because the fact of this beer can in my hand made any arguement about &quot;speeding&quot; beside the point.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Pl8er, post: 4048732, member: 540634"] About five miles back I had a brush with the CHP. Not stopped or pulled over; nothing routine. I always drive poperly. A bit fast, perhaps, but always with consummate skill and a natural feel for the road and even cops recognize. No cop was ever born who ins't a sucker for a finely executed hi-speed controlled drift all the way around one of thoe cloverleaf freeway interchanges. Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop. Your normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the side when he sees the big red light behind him...and then we will start apologizing, begging for mercy. This is wrong. It arouses contempt in the cops heart. The to do when you're running along about a hundred or so and you suddenly find a red flashing CHP tracker on your trail-what you want to do then is accelerate. Never pull over with the first siren howl. Mash it down and make the bastard chase you at speeds up to 120 all the way to the next exit. He will follow. But he won't know what to make of your blinker - singal that says you're about to turn right. This is to let him know you're looking for a proper place to pull off and talk ... keep signaling and hope for an offramp, one of those uphill side loops with a sign saying "Max speed 25" and the trick, at this point, is to suddenly leave the freeway and take him into the chute at no less than a hundred miles an hour. He will lock his brakes about the same time you lock yours, but it will take him a moment to realize that he's about to make a 180 degree turn at this speed but you will be ready for it, braced for the Gs and the fast heel-toe work, and with any luck at all you will have come to a complete stop off the road at the of the turn and be standing beside your automobile by the time he catches up. He will not be reasonable at first...but no matter. Let him calm down. He will want the first word. Let him have it. His brain will be in a turmoil: he may begin jabbering, or even pull his gun. Let him unwind; keep smiling. The idea is to show that you were in total control of yourself and your vehicle while he lost control of everything. It helps to have a police/press badge in your wallet when he calms down enough to ask for your license. I had one of these-but I also had a can of Budweiser in my hand. Until that moment, I was unaware that I was holding it. I had felt totally on top of the situation...but when I looked down and saw that little red/silver evidence-bomb in my hand, I knew I was f[SIZE=10px]ucked[/SIZE]. Speeding is one thing, but drunk driving is quite another. The cop seemed to grasp this-that I'd blown my whole performance by forgetting the beer can. His face relaxed, he actually smiled. And so did I. Because we both understood, in that moment that my Thunder Road, moonshine-bomber act had been totally wasted: We had both scared the piss out of ourselves for nothing at all-because the fact of this beer can in my hand made any arguement about "speeding" beside the point. [/QUOTE]

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