I once responded with “honestly no but I mustn’t have have be doing the speed limit or we wouldn’t be here”. It got a laugh and I was let off with a warning. For the record, I’m a white guy with a mustache. Cops love mustaches
It’s easier for them if you incriminate yourself.
“yes, I do, if you can tell me how fast you think I was going I’ll happily corroborate whether your information is correct or not”.
Only if you knew you weren’t speeding and/or have a dashcam that records your speed.
Answering this question makes it easy for the cop to write it in his report that you admitted guilt.
“Obviously not fast enough since you caught up with me”
I used to watch this British show called Police Interceptors. The narrator loved talking about how the officers drive Subaru Imprezas and Mitsubishi Evo 9s/10s, and that their top speed is 155mph. My thought was always “So get a car that goes faster than 155, got it”
I dont even need a damned car lol
“Hi officer, I think I was doing about -”
You can just look at him and not answer.
You need to give them license, registration, and proof of insurance, and otherwise comply, but you don’t need to talk to them.
And, it just occurred to me, as an old man, if I could somehow cry it might just make the cop uncomfortable enough to let me go. LOL.
I mean crying kinda works
So my first ticket I should have gotten was in high school. My gf and two of our friends went two towns over to get slurpees (they had the good machine). I got pulled over doing 50 in a 35. Trying to catch up with the rest of our friends who had come along but lost me at a red light). Well all of the girls in the car started crying (for reasons?) and I just told the officer what was going on. I mean I could handle that speeding ticket.
Well after fifteen seconds both the officer and I were having a lot of trouble not laughing. Why the hell were they crying, I was the one who was going to have to pay some money. So he went to his car and giggled for a minute or two, then came back and gave me a warning.
I never got a satisfactory answer why she was crying, but like, teenagers right?
Sob, “Ever since Marie died I’ve had nobody to tell me how fast I’m driving while I keep my eyes on the road. It’s like I’m missing half my soul…”
I missed the part where that’s my problem
Five. I’m pretty sure I was doing at least five.
I got pulled over once when I was younger. I used to street race in the Chicago are so I was quite used to cops (this is 20 years ago). Anyways I get pulled over and he says the line. I told him my speedo only goes to 120mph and I was well past that. He goes “138” I’m like damn. Welp going to jail. Checked my license ect, then asked to see my friends ID to check for warrants. He flipped open his wallet and he’s a local PD for a adjacent department. The cops looks at me and him and goes “You mother fuckers need to go home and park this, if I see you again I sware the Christ…” No problem officer!
Dropped my car off and got my cop buddies Camaro SS for the rest of the night.
I’d say no clue, but seeing as I pay your salary fetch me some water
Wrong again, renter!
Be like Ray Shoesmith
That’s why I made the title
I know this is a joke, but, no it is your job as a driver to know how fast you are going. It is one of the basic rules of having the privilege to drive. Of course the fact that so many drivers seem to think this is some kind of infringement is why there are so many fatal accidents. Which wouldn’t be so bad if they only maimed and killed the speeders & drunks.
Wow, you sure do know it’s a joke. Way to demonstrate that!
It’s not a joke.
