[–] glassdragon 0 points 4 points 4 points (+4|-0) ago
I was riding my motorcycle on a major highway (rt 75 in florida). 2.5 hour trip, I'm cruising at 5 over the limit with my cruise control on. My right hand wasn't even on the throttle, it was stretch out behind me resting on the right saddlebag. In front of me is a cop. Plenty of distance between us. So much he has enough room to speed up and slow down repeatedly without my ever getting overly close. I was leaving far more distance than typically necessary because he was driving erratically. The sudden speed varying, and nearly drifting off into the barrier (we were in the left most lane) a couple times.
After almost half an hour he pulls one lane over, drops back, looks at me as I pass (no way to miss that I'm not touching the throttle, arm in the breeze behind me remember), slides in behind me and hits the lights. I pull over, shut the bike, take my helmet off and wait for him. He comes up and starts bitching at me for speeding and pacing him.
I keep it polite and friendly and just play confused dumb, asking him to help me understand how I could be pacing him when using cruise control? I always thought pacing meant varying speed to keep, you know, pace? And sorry about the speed, I thought 5 over was acceptable? I've been driving/riding for 22 years, that's what I've always been taught.
After a little back and forth I could see when the light bulb moment hit, where he decided I didn't fit any problem profiles, and he was just being a dick if he continued giving me grief. His demeanor completely shifted to friendly chatting for a couple minutes about bikes and random stuff and then he took off.
Nothing beyond the harassment of dealing with it all happened, but only because I didn't offend him in some way or look like an easy mark. It's incredibly demeaning to have to exercise the same types of skills I use when dealing with angry unfriendly dogs to protect myself from a police officer.
[–] 2716057 0 points 3 points 3 points (+3|-0) ago
I had one when I was a teenager. Where I used to live, there is a law that teenage drivers, under 18, can't drive alone without a parent after midnight (or something like that). It was new when I got my license, but I knew about it.
So, one night, I was at a friend's house and I saw it was getting close to midnight, so I left. Being a new driver, I got lost on my way home, and had no idea where I was. On my way back I noticed a police cruiser behind me, so I voluntarily pulled over to ask him for directions.
No, I'll take a second to admit that I was in the wrong, and that I was breaking the new law, but I tried my best to stay as legal as possible.
So, when I pulled over, so did he. Protocol says he has to call for backup for all stops after a certain time, so a second interceptor arrived after a couple of minutes. We all talked and I explained the situation.
They threatened me, and unless I let them search my car, I'd be "in trouble." Being a dumb kid, I consented to a search of my car. While one officer searched the car, the other patted me down to make sure I didn't have any weapons.
When both searches were done, they gave me directions, drove off, and let me get back into my car. When I climbed in, it was a wreck... my owner's manual was literally torn to shreds, the coins (tons of coins) I kept in my console were literally everywhere, and the door to my glove compartment was broken.
The next day I tried to file a complaint, but ended up getting bullied to the point where I never even got a hold of a complaint form... I was still a kid and didn't know how the system worked.
[–] cointelpro 0 points 3 points 3 points (+3|-0) ago
Years ago when the arresting officer lied in his report. Despite the fact that my testimony and the supporting officers testimony disagreed with that liars claim I was still convicted. I chalk it up to bad lawyers and good liars.
Fuck the police.
[–] Orthum 1 point 1 point 2 points (+2|-1) ago
Judges are giant cocks too. Mega dicks. Where are cops tend to have Aggresive dicks, Judges tend to be Giant ruin your life dicks. "Whats that your ex-wife wants to have a psych eval done on you for custody of your child? And she's even trying to recommend any of about 10 different psychologists from your insurance company, FUCK NO, FUCK THAT SHIT, NONE OF THOSE FUCKS GIVE ME A KICKBACK! YOU HAVE 3 FUCKING DAYS TO GO SEE THIS FUCKER NOW OR YOU'LL HAVE NO CHANCE OF SEEING YOUR DAUGHTER AGAIN EVER!" was basically what I got. FUCKER. 1200$ fucking bill that would have been covered.
[–] angryCOMMguy 0 points 3 points 3 points (+3|-0) ago
Parked in the two handicap spots at the VA clinic, lazy dicks.
[–] Podunk 2 points -2 points 0 points (+0|-2) ago
I was about 18 at the time and I was taking my then GF home from my house. I lived on the east side of town and she lived on the west side. It was about a 25 minute drive each way. My neighborhood was about 1.5 miles to a known rough part of town where people literally stood in the road and sold drugs. The quickest way to the interstate was through that part of town. They never bothered anyone that just drove through, but if you slowed down they would come up to your car.
I drive through there and notice a cop has pulled in behind me. No big deal as I have never been arrested and at that point had never even had a speeding ticket. I merge on to the highway and BAM! Blue lights. I pull over, turn on the overhead light, and wait for the officer. He approaches and takes my license back to his car. When he returns he said he pulled me over because the owner of the car had a warrant for their arrest. At the time my mother owned the car I was driving and I was absolutely positive she didn't have a warrant.
I asked who he was looking for and he said "Jane Doe". My mom is also named "Jane Doe", so I asked what middle name. The officer said "Anon". Well my mom's middle name is "Not-Anon" and I asked since he obviously had the wrong person can I go. Nope, he wanted to search the car. I told him no, he cannot search my car and can I go. Nope, I had to get out of the car and he invited me back to his car and opened the back seat. Sure, I'll sit because I don't and have never used drugs and there is nothing in the car. He then starts in how this will go much quicker if I will let him search my car blah blah. I tell him no, he may not search my car and I need to get my girlfriend home so may I please go. Nope of course not. Now I had to wait for a drug dog.
I decided to start casual conversation about various people within my town (police chief, DA, magistrates, etc) because my family knows them all well. Just casual conversation such as "oh, do you know the police chief well? Yeah, we are meeting with him this Saturday to do XYZ event" and "Do you have to work with DA much? My family just got done doing XYZ for him" and so forth. This is all very true as it was a medium sized town and my dad does a lot for the community both volunteer work and contracting work. He knows just about everyone that's important including the DA, police chief, lawyers, mayor, etc.
Suddenly his tone changes and I can tell he is starting to get nervous. He lets me out of the car and "warns" me not to drive through that part of town. When I pointed out that I live there and it's the fastest way to the interstate he said yeah, I know...but...but...it's a bad part of town. Granted, it is good advice, but still he profiled me just because I was young in a sports car and it was late.
So at this point the drug dog had showed up, but the cop I was with told him not to get the dog out and just let me go on my way. So I'm cool, no problem and head on my way. He follows for a few exists and then gets off. I then called my mom and explained to her what happened who was beyond pissed because this guy was just being an absolute dick and abusing his authority. She calls the dispatcher (close personal family friend) who then calls the police chief and apparently shit hit the fan for this cop. He ended up calling me the next day and apologizing for his "mistake". He had mistaken my car for another car. I asked what kind of car did he mistake mine for (because I had a fairly obvious type of car - bright red sports car) and he said that he was trying to tail what looked like a black Mercedes (I guess he forgot what kind of car I drove?). So I called him out on it and said thank you for the apology.
Anyways, a few months later the cop ended up dead after answering a domestic call. Some mentally ill person opened the door and shot him in the head immediately. I really can't help but think that part of it was karma.
[–] JH1010 0 points 2 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago (edited ago)
As I live in the UK and don't live in South Yorkshire, I have never had a bad interaction with my police and they tend to be nice people. I don't see many of them 'on the beat' though, that's a job that has mainly been passed over to community support officers.
[–] pm_me_firearms 0 points 2 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago
Dude was robbing our house. We called the police. Took them 2 hours to drive 5 miles. If they managed 30 minutes, then they could've caught him. Now we just keep a shotgun by the door.
[–] ScreaminMime 0 points 5 points 5 points (+5|-0) ago
Pulled up beside me in the left land at a red light, noticed I was "texting". In reality, I was chaining a song on my IPod touch. Light turns green he speeds up, cuts me off, slams on breaks to try to get me to rear-end him.